
I spent days searching all over town to find these rare P. Alternans and in this picture this one is pale and near death floating on the surface.

It’s just not normal for these guys to come out in the open like this.
Moments after this picture was taken, this little P.Alternans rolled over on his side and laid there like he was dead. I felt sick.

Here’s one hanging in the plants near death.
I’m not sure why I took the time to take the pictures but I was kind of confused and upset trying to figure out what I had done and what to do to correct it. I reread the dosage on the bottle and immediately realized that I had overdosed them and that I needed to do a major water change and fast. I hollered at my Daughter who was sitting there crying on her bed (boy if that didn’t make me feel terrible) to run to the kitchen and start filling buckets. She’s a real trooper and has learned how to do water changes and match the temperature to her tank. I ran to the garage for 2 more buckets and quickly hacked off the top of a milk jug to make a fast water scooper. In no time I had 15 gallons out of the tank and Rachel had already filled a bucket of fresh water and added some Amquel to kill the chlorine and was running for a second. It was all very dramatic. I think my wife must have thought the house was on fire the way we were running back and forth with our water buckets.
In the end all was good. The fish responded to the fresh water like it was from the fountain of youth and totally and quickly recovered. Best of all Rachel gave me a big hug and thanked me for saving her fish. Never mind that it was my stupid mistake that nearly killed them. I’m just glad she was there helping out as I’m not sure I could have done every thing fast enough by myself to save them.
I hope this next line doesn’t offend the dyed in the wool fish lovers out there but I would rather discard a couple Danios than risk an entire tank die-off. I’ll probably have to run the risk of medications again soon though as I noticed that adding the buckets of water stirred up the gravel and apparently little white worms are breeding in the substrate. First I need to identify them to determine if they are friend or foe. The Danios eat them like they are candy but if these worms can survive as internal parasites, I’m in trouble.
Here's a couple of pictures taken a few days ago before the near disaster

Rachel calls him Mr Crackles because she heard me tell the guy at the store to catch the one with cracked paint on his side


This is Snake Eyes, well, because he has Snake Eyes


I'm still trying to decipher this guys name but it appears to be in Hebrew or something? I hope it's not Arabic cause I'll be forced to call Home Land Security on him


Hammy is our Triangularis. He's constantly on the lookout for intruders in his territory. The Kuhlis pretty much tell him to take a flying leap but he sure has the Albino Ancistrus buffaloed.
Sure am glad I'm ending this on a happy note.
Joel.