The sea was angry that day, my friends - like an old man trying to return soup at a deli.
So last night at dinner I noticed my bala swimming weird and breathing heavily, as if it were dying. I go to get a closer look, and realize that something was lodged in his throat…a piece of gravel. After observing for a few minutes, it was clear that the rock wasn’t going anywhere.

So then begins the next step, catching a bala shark. And catching it again when it gets out of the net (rinse repeat). Once I had him, I then had to use a pair of tweezers to get the stone out. Of course, this would keep pushing the rock back into his throat, so I had to wait for the fish to cough up the rock to where you could see it. This continued until it got to a point where the tweezers could finally get a hold of the gravel.

Once the bala was released back in to the tank, he coughed up even more gravel as well…
Fish are stupid. If this happens again I’ll have to switch to sand…
So last night at dinner I noticed my bala swimming weird and breathing heavily, as if it were dying. I go to get a closer look, and realize that something was lodged in his throat…a piece of gravel. After observing for a few minutes, it was clear that the rock wasn’t going anywhere.

So then begins the next step, catching a bala shark. And catching it again when it gets out of the net (rinse repeat). Once I had him, I then had to use a pair of tweezers to get the stone out. Of course, this would keep pushing the rock back into his throat, so I had to wait for the fish to cough up the rock to where you could see it. This continued until it got to a point where the tweezers could finally get a hold of the gravel.

Once the bala was released back in to the tank, he coughed up even more gravel as well…
Fish are stupid. If this happens again I’ll have to switch to sand…