The Bald Tax Blog April 2012
April…here it is…. the last month of my “cichlid season”, no April foolin’ (!), when the weather starts to “nicen-up” (fyi - I have my own vocabulary) and my attention turns to the outdoors…my golf game…the backyard pool…the sun…a hoppy ale. Yes….
Did you feel that? I just felt my blood pressure lower a few points.
Before April ends, the fish in my tanks drop way down the pecking order of my attention. Sure…every few years or so I undertake a pond project, with intentions to extend my cichlid season, but I then succeed in becoming distracted, lazy, unmotivated…the pool…the sun….a cocktail. Yes….You may know of what I speak? We’ve been fortunate here in Chicago to enjoy Summer during our Winter, so my distraction is happening as I type.
Mind you, the fish are never the worse for wear…weekly water changes are never missed during “the Summer of my Coma.” They all eat…they all grow….they all (most) multiply. Occasional floaters are netted, garbaged. Losers of territorial disputes are moved to safer, calmer waters. The winners of territorial disputes are provided new challengers. Boys are matched up with potential girlfriends, with resulting marriages or homicides (or both). My fish are not entirely ignored…but they just simply see less of me.
April is about the time I make my plans for the ACA, vowing to register, bring show fish, and begin strategizing those convincing arguments for my wife that, “yes, Indianapolis is a happening summer vacation spot, let’s do it…?”
Then around October… “I’m back, Baby!” My cichlid season begins, and my fish startle me (not really), like I’m seeing them for the first time, they have grown more than I recall…and multiplied. I see things in the fish I’ve missed during my “offseason,” variant colors, maybe their deportment, their reaction to me.
The fish room suddenly becomes cleaner (almost), more organized. Food and maintenance supplies seemingly are auto-restocked, sponge filters become clean (finally!) (almost!), some changed for new. Hang-on back filters are discovered, get cleaned out. Fry discovered within, and saved from, canister filters…and over-excited, jumping juveniles discovered and peeled from the floor.
October…I begin combing over (insert bald tax guy joke here) my various favorite on-line vendor sale lists for new species…weekly…sometimes daily (hourly). I start texting, calling guys named Pete, Gage, Snookn21, Dan Ye (actually Dan’s a girl) inquiring about $180 fish, collection points, shipping charges, flight schedules.
October….I get overly excited (not really) and undertake more dedicated efforts in obtaining, breeding uncommon, difficult, dull, brown-colored cichlid species, the fry of which I try to give away but it appears only I want them. Old World keepers just smile at me, probably wondering to themselves…”What is wrong with this guy…?”
October….I vow to purchase a swap table (but never have) and bag up all sorts of my uncommon, difficult, dull, brown-colored cichlid species, just to see if I could give them away to unsuspecting strangers. But I don’t, imagining those strangers just smiling at me, probably wondering to themselves…”What is wrong with this guy…?”
October…I research species during lunch, after work, trying to pronounce collection points and rivers…slowly pronouncing names like “At-a-ba-po”, as if I just awoke from a coma (e.g. 4-5 months of the pool…the sun….cocktails…!)
October…I once again begin believing that I can breed a pike species, only to end up with one pike by December.
October…I dig out my DVD’s on Lake Nicaragua and Mexico cichlid species and wonder once again out loud how I can get Tomicichla tuba delivered to my door. I comb through (insert joke here) Aqualog volumes, wondering whether I could just go book a flight to a random Central American country and take a canoe down something called Rio Malaria, or similar, and scoop up wild specimens for my tanks.
October…I once again measure the door dimensions to my fish room and work through the possible steps in getting a 750g acrylic tank down the stairs.
October…I once again regret giving away that mated pair of Amphilophus aggressosorum back during the summer coma, and then I find myself looking for a group of eight juvenile Amphilophus pissedoffus.
October…I once again realize that the ACA convention has come and gone and that Indianapolis is not as happening a summer vacation spot as I had thought it could be, and thus, I have missed yet another ACA convention. I also once again curse the attendees for the lack of pictures posted of my favorite species (not really…maybe).
So it’s April, and my cichlid season is winding down. October will be here before I know it. In the meantime, you can probably rob me blind of fish during the next 6 months.
I’ll blog each month of the offseason, and if they’re bad, well… we can all blame my summer coma. So send me a topic that you would like me to write about…or else you’ll be reading things way worse then this.
If you work with substrate-spawning cichlids, one thing you'll immediately notice is that fry can be extremely small. It's all too easy to siphon them out accidentally when doing a water change.
I keep newly free-swimming fry from egg layers in tiny 2-gallon Rubbermaid restaurant containers and I use a mini-siphon I made myself to carefully clean the bottom of excess food and debris. Here's how to make one yourself.
- One 12-14" piece of rigid aquarium airline tubing
- One small piece of insulated #14 electrical wire
- A heat source (I use my gas stove)
Here's what to do . . .
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I’m lazy, so here is a 2009 reproduced article I wrote. Enjoy….
Aquarium Husbandry (and attempts at pronunciation) of
Scott Womack (April 2009)
I can certainly type the name, but damned if I’m sure of its pronunciation.
In the past, I have written a couple of articles on species that I have kept and bred, and for those, I tried to perform as much research as possible so that I can at least pretend to know what I am writing about. But I have searched high and low for a phonetic spelling of “grammodes” with no luck…and it’s kind of bugging me. I have asked some of my fish keeping friends about the pronunciation of “that fish” and I have received the following (pardon my own crude phonetic spelling):
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