exactly one year ago, 10-11-11, was the day i bought a pair of cichla orinos both around .5" to .75" long. i had been keeping fish for around a year at that point and when i put my natives in my pond i bought some cichla for my 75. Now, this was when i was still roughly new to fish other than natives so when i found out i could own peacock bass i went nuts, as they had been my favorite fish since i was 6. my lfs said that they would only get around 14"-16" and that they would be great in 75 but i may need to upgrade to a 125 many years later. i didn't believe them so i went on the internet and found VARIOUS websites saying that this was true(this was before i discovered MFK). i bought them and they were great. always together, seemed enthusiastic about everything and interested in what i was doing in the tank. i fed them blood worms and pellets. they were great. to date, still some of the greatest fish I've owned. i had them for about 4 to 5 months and they both died along with a pictus cat that was in the tank. heater malfunction. i miss those two little guys so much. even though i never got more, not just from shock but also i found out that they would more realistically need a 6' x 2.5' x 2' tank, i'm considering getting more in the future if a tank upgrade allows for the space. i'd love to do a pair of ocellaris brokopondos or monos. i don't know where this thread is going. i guess i just wanted to share this story of how i really loved my pbass. and because i will probably use this in a future writing in language arts class.
i guess moral of the story: i really loved my pbass and had a hard time handling the death of them. it would kind of be like getting a dog that you've wanted for 9 years but you've never actually seen a dog, only pictures. so actually having something you've idolized for years with out even seeing and then getting it and it dies, leaving you devastated.
sorry for long pointless post. it still beats doing my health paper on lifting so here are pics of them. i have more but don't expect much because they never got the chance to develop their colors.
i guess moral of the story: i really loved my pbass and had a hard time handling the death of them. it would kind of be like getting a dog that you've wanted for 9 years but you've never actually seen a dog, only pictures. so actually having something you've idolized for years with out even seeing and then getting it and it dies, leaving you devastated.
sorry for long pointless post. it still beats doing my health paper on lifting so here are pics of them. i have more but don't expect much because they never got the chance to develop their colors.
