While I’m over my bout of fish-depression, where I was deciding not to replace the fish when they all died (as I was convinced they were about to) and only have plants in the tank, I am glad we went for live plants. In fact, I can’t imagine why anyone with a tank our size would ever have fake plants; with a really small tank I guess I can understand it.

Baby cloach is no longer a baby, and hasn’t been for a while. The only way that I can tell it’s him (her?) is by the black stripe going all the way under his belly.