It all started with Val, the anemone. Beautiful though she is, she's deadly. All tentacle, mouth and stomach, and no mind, she sits in her corner where the water currents are strongest, tentacles waving merrily. Waiting. Sooner or later, something falls off the wall into her open maw, and the tentacles close in quickly, trapping and stinging the unfortunate wall cleaner. A minute later, it has disappeared into her stomach, and she spreads out her empty net again. The snail (and it's usually a snail) eventually reappears as an empty shell, ready for occupancy by a growing hermit crab.
|Val, just beginning to open up after a meal. With a leftover snail shell.|
|A trail of bubbleshell poop!|
Sir Ham is eating again!
This evening, when I changed the water, it was full of little poopy pellets. Good on you, Sir Ham!
|Sir Ham, convalescing.|