dualexcess
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It's a ridiculous tale, starting with my husband needing to move a couple of the convicts out of his tank in his office. My daughter had expressed an interest in fishkeeping and before she knew it, boom, there were his leftovers in the old 29 gallon tank on a nice wrought-iron stand in her bedroom.
And they mated, of course. Currently, thereare17ofthem. I know.
She's distraught at euthanizing them, but even though they've all grown--2 to 3.5 inches--and are healthy-looking, it's obviously a bad situation. I don't know much about cichlids except how to pronounce them, and all she really wanted were some cute little schoolers. He's busy at the office, and I've forgiven him but I need help.
The fish store man treated me like an idiot when I asked if they wanted a free gift; it's not like he could know how diligent she is and how great they look! But yes...I need to kill them? And...how?
edit note--i originally said 18, but it's 17. no one died.
And they mated, of course. Currently, thereare17ofthem. I know.
She's distraught at euthanizing them, but even though they've all grown--2 to 3.5 inches--and are healthy-looking, it's obviously a bad situation. I don't know much about cichlids except how to pronounce them, and all she really wanted were some cute little schoolers. He's busy at the office, and I've forgiven him but I need help.
The fish store man treated me like an idiot when I asked if they wanted a free gift; it's not like he could know how diligent she is and how great they look! But yes...I need to kill them? And...how?

edit note--i originally said 18, but it's 17. no one died.