My girl Baby Momma (so named for her prolific fry-producing abilities) was swimming happily around the tank yesterday with a belly the size of a bus. I assumed she was pregnant (she gets knocked up more times than I get hot dinners) and kept my eye on her for a few hours because I never get to see her actually give birth (I'm usually delegated to the role of trying to get miniscule baby guppies into breeding nets afterwards). The only thing I noticed was that her belly seemed to be bulging out to one side more than the other, but she seemed happy enough, if swimming a little more frantically than usual (I thought this was because she was trying to squeeze out something the size of a full grown Oscar by the looks of her). Anyway, I went out, came back about 2 AM, no idea whether she was still with us at that stage because frankly I was a bit drunk and when we woke up this morning, she was dead on the bottom of the tank.
There's no real point to this post, other than to mark her passing because I had her for quite a while, and to wonder aloud if it was a pregnancy gone horribly wrong, or maybe she had some other kind of bloaty disease and should I start waiting for her tankmates to start swelling up like balloons...
(Goodbye Baby Momma. Thanks for all the many fry you provided me with. I have no idea where I'm going to put them all but cheers.
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There's no real point to this post, other than to mark her passing because I had her for quite a while, and to wonder aloud if it was a pregnancy gone horribly wrong, or maybe she had some other kind of bloaty disease and should I start waiting for her tankmates to start swelling up like balloons...
(Goodbye Baby Momma. Thanks for all the many fry you provided me with. I have no idea where I'm going to put them all but cheers.
