Fish Rescue 911

The other day, I noticed that the female guppy had apparently been doing the Weight Watchers program. Yep, not pregnant anymore. Only, there were no baby guppies to be seen. I did not mention anything to my son, because I was convinced that the baby guppies had become sushi snacks for the older ones. Oops.

Then last night, he was squinting at the tank. “What’s that fish, Mom?” he asked. When I peered closer, I saw the tiniest baby fish, no bigger than a hangnail. I transformed into an ER surgeon, thinking inwardly, we have to get a separation tank in here, stat! Move, people, move!

With a swoosh of the net and the plastic separator insert in the tank, baby #1 was spared from an untimely death. Then we rescued another. I swear, once my son pointed it out to me, I found at least four. I wasn’t able to get the other two out until tonight–they decided to hang out with the algae eater underneath the rocks. Fortunately, we saved as many as we could. It’s nice to have some new life instead of more flushes.

In writing news, I fixed an outline that was bugging me and tonight I foresee multiple pages of writing in my future. Thankfully my trashy reality shows aren’t on tonight (I skipped this season of Survivor). There needs to be a Twelve Step Program for American Idol. Am I pitiful or what?