Mondo the Jag is on his own and has been since he killed all of his brothers & sisters (I assume... wild-caught, they all came from a single scoop of <1" pups) before he was 3" long. So there's an attitude, there.
He raps on the glass with a mystery snail shell when I'm at my desk (he's beside); i removed the coffee mug & rocks as it sounded like he'd put them through the glass. It's barely related to food, his food-drive is usually pretty soft and doesn't necessarily eat when he gets my attention & I feed him. As often as not, he turns & hides when I stand up, but is back as soon as I sit down. ...turkey.
So I've jacked-up the current and added bamboo & leaves (toys), and added a population of amphipods... that seem to be too small to warrant attention. Landscaping/re-landscaping is constant, as is destruction of the filter intakes & suction-cups. He hates (like HATES) the cat, who's got a nearly identical pattern and sleeps on my paperwork. She used to drink from his tank and doesn't anymore... don't know why specifically, but it's definitive.
All-tolled, I'm feeling a little guilty, like when I think of Seaworld (the Vancouver version) visits as a kid...
... maybe time to put back into the Martha Brae (river, jag's an established invasive species),
... or sneak him up to the golf-course where he can spend his days happily traumatizing koi ...until the osprey gets him, or the lawnmower guys.
... or build him a bigger tank (again) and carefully try adding a companion or two.
He raps on the glass with a mystery snail shell when I'm at my desk (he's beside); i removed the coffee mug & rocks as it sounded like he'd put them through the glass. It's barely related to food, his food-drive is usually pretty soft and doesn't necessarily eat when he gets my attention & I feed him. As often as not, he turns & hides when I stand up, but is back as soon as I sit down. ...turkey.
So I've jacked-up the current and added bamboo & leaves (toys), and added a population of amphipods... that seem to be too small to warrant attention. Landscaping/re-landscaping is constant, as is destruction of the filter intakes & suction-cups. He hates (like HATES) the cat, who's got a nearly identical pattern and sleeps on my paperwork. She used to drink from his tank and doesn't anymore... don't know why specifically, but it's definitive.
All-tolled, I'm feeling a little guilty, like when I think of Seaworld (the Vancouver version) visits as a kid...
... maybe time to put back into the Martha Brae (river, jag's an established invasive species),
... or sneak him up to the golf-course where he can spend his days happily traumatizing koi ...until the osprey gets him, or the lawnmower guys.
... or build him a bigger tank (again) and carefully try adding a companion or two.
