Ok, so never name your fish until they have survived at least a week. Almost immediately both white mollies and a snail died. Although after some research, I think the snail was still alive but whatever. Then one of the black mollies died a few days later. I was starting to Google panic search and quickly realized mollies like slightly salty water. Whoops (thanks mentioning that one Petsmart). So I fixed that and now its been three weeks and the survivors seem much happier. In fact my suspiciously fat molly gave birth to about 40 babies. We actually didn't notice for a while because the fry were so small and black, but then I watched one of the swordtails spit something out of his mouth and then watched it swim away and figured it out. We debated about letting nature take its course but then Mahsa saw another one get eaten and the look on her face convinced me to try to save some. Plus, I thought that if I can save some I can recoup some of my losses (take that Petsmart). I made a home for them out of the fish net by bending it and setting it in the water so that only the bottom of the net was immersed. Initially I was able to save three (although one was half eaten) and now only one remains but he is doing well and apparently he will get some brothers and sisters soon since these things store love juice and usually have 3 or 4 batches even after the male is separated (or dies).
That black speck in the middle is a fish.
This should be the last fish post for a while. I just wanted to document this for memory's sake since there is still a good chance that my fish tank may soon be a terrarium.
Finally, here is Hercules practicing eating chicken wings.


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