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We're now on our 3rd diamond goby. The first one was a very happy healthy little guy that was used to us and would spend a lot of time outside of his rock, happily sifting sand all over town. He was used to my daughter running up to the tank to greet him when he came out and even knew when strangers came over, because he wouldn't come out for anyone but us. I was ready to flat out give my tank away to the first person who showed up with a pickup truck the night we came home and found him encrusted to the floor.
Once we'd gotten over that trauma, we tried another. I never could get him to eat well. With our first one, he kept the sand nice and clean, this one wouldn't even do that. He would hide all the time. We had him for about 3 or 4 weeks before we noticed he was starting to fall apart. That was probably 3 months ago or more that we lost him.
So last night, we introduced another. My daughter named him "Baby Goby". He was definitely a spunky little dude still in the bag. jumping and flipping out all over the place. After putting him in, he went straight to work checking out the lay of the land, locating a spot to call home, checking out the other wildlife. He came out and watched us a little last night. All of this made my wife very happy since our first one was her favorite.
I went to bed last night, and I had been there for about 3 or 4 minutes and was about to fall asleep when I heard a sound. One of those little sounds that you don't know if you heard or not because you were just barely awake still. I laid there and debated first if I'd heard the sound. Second if the sound was really what I thought it could have been, and third if I wanted to go inspect. I decided, yeah, go look, better safe than sorry. I went downstairs, turned on the light, looked around. Everything was in it's place. The sound I heard sounded like eggcrate being knocked off the tank, but it was still there. I looked around, didn't see Baby Goby, but didn't really expect to since I'd just turned on the light and walked up to the tank. Started to turn to leave, and there the little bugger was, laying on the floor right next to the stand, all blended in with the carpet. He couldn't have been laying there more than about 3 or 4 minutes, so I scooped him up and tossed him back in. He floated there and looked at me for a minute with kind of a dumb look. I really didn't see any look of new wisdom in his eyes. So, I took off the egg crate and closed the lid on the tank. As long as the lights are off, it shouldn't get too terribly warm in there, and today, I'll have to figure out some way to keep him in the tank. I may have to tie him to the bottom! I've checked all the regular online fish supply places, and none of them sell collars and leashes this small.
Once we'd gotten over that trauma, we tried another. I never could get him to eat well. With our first one, he kept the sand nice and clean, this one wouldn't even do that. He would hide all the time. We had him for about 3 or 4 weeks before we noticed he was starting to fall apart. That was probably 3 months ago or more that we lost him.
So last night, we introduced another. My daughter named him "Baby Goby". He was definitely a spunky little dude still in the bag. jumping and flipping out all over the place. After putting him in, he went straight to work checking out the lay of the land, locating a spot to call home, checking out the other wildlife. He came out and watched us a little last night. All of this made my wife very happy since our first one was her favorite.
I went to bed last night, and I had been there for about 3 or 4 minutes and was about to fall asleep when I heard a sound. One of those little sounds that you don't know if you heard or not because you were just barely awake still. I laid there and debated first if I'd heard the sound. Second if the sound was really what I thought it could have been, and third if I wanted to go inspect. I decided, yeah, go look, better safe than sorry. I went downstairs, turned on the light, looked around. Everything was in it's place. The sound I heard sounded like eggcrate being knocked off the tank, but it was still there. I looked around, didn't see Baby Goby, but didn't really expect to since I'd just turned on the light and walked up to the tank. Started to turn to leave, and there the little bugger was, laying on the floor right next to the stand, all blended in with the carpet. He couldn't have been laying there more than about 3 or 4 minutes, so I scooped him up and tossed him back in. He floated there and looked at me for a minute with kind of a dumb look. I really didn't see any look of new wisdom in his eyes. So, I took off the egg crate and closed the lid on the tank. As long as the lights are off, it shouldn't get too terribly warm in there, and today, I'll have to figure out some way to keep him in the tank. I may have to tie him to the bottom! I've checked all the regular online fish supply places, and none of them sell collars and leashes this small.
