Somehow we ended up entirely out of cat food. This is situation that Fat Bill will not stand. I woke up before the Boyfriend so I was the one subjected to her whining about it for a few hours and pawing at me every time I sat down. So, it was no surprise that when he got up I demanded we go to the pet supply store now. No, now. Because Fat Bill's persistent annoyance skills are an art form. It'd be impressive if it weren't so, well, annoying.
While on the way was the first thrill. I present a dramatic reenactment:
Boyfriend: *normal everyday conversation.*
Me: *normal reply*
Boyfriend: *normal conversation cont-*
Me: LLAMAS!! LLAMA LLAMA LLAMA LLAMAS!!
Boyfriend: Seriously, what is wrong with you?
Me: I JUST LOVE LLAMAS, OK?
One of the small farms still holding out against the encroaching strip malls had two adorable llamas, just lazing about being all llama-y and I love them. Seriously, I'm not ruling out the possibility of going back , knocking on the door and asking if I can just hang out with their llamas. You know, order a pizza, play a little XBOX and then have them kick and spit at me because despite being the best things ever most llamas are kind of assholes.
The rest of the way to the pet store was spent begging the Boyfriend to stop on the way back so I could take pictures of them because yay! llamas. We did in fact stop on the way back but since I only had my cellphone camera with no zoom function I'm afraid we'll have to make do with these. I've helpfully labeled them.
I would have actually gotten out of the truck and attempted to get better ones, but two neighbors were chatting at the mail box across the road from us and while I was willing to be that crazy lady taking cellphone pictures from her car, I was not going to be that crazy lady taking cellphone pictures while cajoling the llamas to come closer at the fence. At least, not in front of witnesses.
My lobbying for a couple of alpaca for the backyard is going to be stepped up after today, let me tell you. And I'll have none of the logical reasons why two llamas on a farm are acceptable but two alpaca in my suburban backyard are not.
While at the pet supply store, after Fat Bill's victuals were safely in the cart, the Boyfriend and I went to pick up some algae eaters for our tank. We sort of lost our way as fish keepers and our fifty-five gallon tank has one hell of an algae problem. It's less a fish tank now than it is a glowing, green and sort of fuzzy installation piece. There are still fish in there, we can just never really see them unless they come right up to the glass.
But the happy news is that we trying very hard to stop being useless fish owners. Hence the algae eaters. Five Otocinclus and a Red Tailed Shark in total. Fingers crossed they do their job. We'll continue repopulating the tank as water conditions improve.
But buying algae eaters while useful (and I think the red tails are just too cute) was not what thrilled me. No, what thrilled me was Bart.
While talking to the fish guy he asked if we had a smaller tank. Because he had this little Jack Dempsey that was currently living a hard life in the live plant tank, being beaten up by the other inhabitants. He lures him out and he is just the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen. Absolutely tiny, but already showing the bright turquoise and emerald green spots and stripes and he has a flash of red along his dorsal fin.
I was done for. Beautiful markings + sad story = we have a new little buddy who has a twenty gallon tank all to himself. He can grow up to ten inches and will be a territorial bruiser who likes to dig holes into the substrate and eat smaller tank mates but I think it's totally worth it. We'll have several years until we have to worry about getting him larger digs than what's currently available.
|Bart safe in his new home.|
Unfortunately, his iridescence is really hard to capture. And no, we don't use boulders as substrate, that's normal aquarium gravel. It's just that Bart's about the size of my thumbnail. The fish guy was really fond of him and made us promise to give him updates whenever we're in there. Here's hoping we can manage to be good aquarists again and Bart does well.