The hermits liked three of them. The rest, they rolled over a few times, then abandoned. Not the right shape, not the right taste, maybe just unfamiliar; whatever the reason, the ones I thought were prettiest were just not good enough.
Nothing goes to waste. Several orange-striped green anemones promptly moved into the unpopular shells, and an amphipod claimed another.
|Cozy hiding place.|
|Amphipod, belly up. Feeling safe in there, it seems. And another five, in more usual poses.|
These were down at the bottom of the tank, where the glass is much scratched from shelly critters trying to climb it. I blurred out or erased as many of the scratches as I could, without touching any of the copepods. There are dozens, small and smaller, some so pale they are almost invisible against the white shell.
The copepods trailing a second section are females with their egg masses. Some of these egg masses are definitely baby blue, others are white. But all the copepods have the one red eye, sometimes the only thing visible.
The orangey rods are probably limpet poop.