Chris McMahon
Mon Jun 21, 2004, 04:14 PM
The last few days I've come to find one of my Anubius floating in the tank each morning. Sometimes with one or two stem plants as well. I'd put this down to my poor planting technique and each day I'd replant them, making sure that they were secure. They never came out during the day, only at night.
Of course the next morning, the anubius was floating on the surface again.
This evening, while working late at the computer (next to the tank), my tank lights turn off as usual at 1am. Then I notice my discus give the replanted Anubius a little nudge. Nothing too strong, just a nudge.
A few seconds later he gives the plant another nudge, with more force this time and manages to move it to one side. Hmm, interesting I think to myself, and return my attention to the computer.
About 30 seconds later a flurry of activity gets my attention. There's my discus, forehead wedged against the base of the anubius going h ell-for-leather. This is a discus with a mission. He's pi ssed. After about 10 seconds of frantic tail swishing, the anubius sails off into the tank destined to spend the rest of the night on a scenic tour of the top and all parts "up".
Thinking that my gardening friend had finished this week's episode of "Changing Rooms" I thought about replanting the anubius. Before I could roll up my sleeve, my Don Burke of the water world decides that that stem plant has been giving him dirty looks all day and now it's going to get sorted.
Again, "head down, arse up, swim like buggery" goes into effect and my Hygrophlia difformis joins as the caboose of the 1:15am surface train.
His gardening lust sated, my discus now positions himself between the tank wall, heater and CO2 diffuser to dream of all things fishy for the rest of the night.
Tomorrow he's putting in a bookshelf.
Of course the next morning, the anubius was floating on the surface again.
This evening, while working late at the computer (next to the tank), my tank lights turn off as usual at 1am. Then I notice my discus give the replanted Anubius a little nudge. Nothing too strong, just a nudge.
A few seconds later he gives the plant another nudge, with more force this time and manages to move it to one side. Hmm, interesting I think to myself, and return my attention to the computer.
About 30 seconds later a flurry of activity gets my attention. There's my discus, forehead wedged against the base of the anubius going h ell-for-leather. This is a discus with a mission. He's pi ssed. After about 10 seconds of frantic tail swishing, the anubius sails off into the tank destined to spend the rest of the night on a scenic tour of the top and all parts "up".
Thinking that my gardening friend had finished this week's episode of "Changing Rooms" I thought about replanting the anubius. Before I could roll up my sleeve, my Don Burke of the water world decides that that stem plant has been giving him dirty looks all day and now it's going to get sorted.
Again, "head down, arse up, swim like buggery" goes into effect and my Hygrophlia difformis joins as the caboose of the 1:15am surface train.
His gardening lust sated, my discus now positions himself between the tank wall, heater and CO2 diffuser to dream of all things fishy for the rest of the night.
Tomorrow he's putting in a bookshelf.