One of my chidren, the youngest male, has an obsession with animals. So, months ago, we bought a ton of mollies (and 2 platys) for our tank so that he could see reproduction up close and personal. This is after two horrible fancy goldfish deaths (you know, those goldfish that look like they have brains on the top of their heads).

Just know that the brain fish are too slow to escape the slime sucking needs of algae eaters, and they will die a very slow, painful and guilt-provoking death. They did kill Gary the Snail, so maybe it was karmic. Anyway…

Now, we are the proud owners of 6 teenage guppies and 4 baby guppies (they were free!!). I haven’t named the big ones yet, but the babies are being called “oobie,” “noobie,” “scoobie,” and, of course, “doobie.” The teenagers, so far, are all swimming together in the corner talking about what an asshole I am and planning to get their own apartment when they get older. They also keep asking me for a ride to the mall.