one of our new fishees, stella, spilled out like a piñata and gave birth on sunday morning. it’s a girl! and boy. and boy and girl and girl and girl and boy. (i think.) these, apparently, were the fittest survivors of the bunch--the ones who weren’t immediately gobbled up by stella or stan or the two little piggies (who are kind-of mean and eat everything). so i’ve managed to catch these quarter-inch fries and keep them separated in a breeding container until they're bigger. i go to the tank first thing in the morning or in the evening when i get home. i check them to see if they're still there. if they're still alive. i want to know how they'll turn out. they might be black or gold or spotted or zebra-striped or something altogether different.