Lalwant and Parents Who Ate Their Kids

What do you call parents who eat their own progeny?

They were busy protecting the little ones for a day, and then promptly ate them!

I’m talking about my black angelfish of course. Red eyes, black bodies, and the attitude of naughty puppies, they’re usually a laugh riot.

And if I’m not mistaken, Lalwant Singh, (the next-in-line after the dear departed Kartar Singh), is to blame!

Lalwant Singh has been doing his Betta thing, rushing at everything all fury and red fins. I’m not sure but maybe he remembers being nipped in his erstwhile home in the shop by a host of baby angelfish. (Why do they say, “memory of a fish”? Mine seem to have long, vengeful memories!) He went and spooked the first time parents, and killed my dream of tiny angel fry following their parents around the aquarium.

The next time they lay eggs, they will be shielded from Lalwant by some black film between the two aquariums.

Who said fish make boring pets?

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  1. Jackie a.k.a. Pen Palatable

    Ms. Singh, thank you for welcoming me to your blog. It contains upbeat and wholesome missives. . . very refreshing! By the way, the angelfish that we caught in Grand Isle were of a salt-water variety, hence a larger breed. There is another name for them, but it escapes me at the moment . . . I’ll Google it. If you like visit my NEW blog at “I’ve only just begun the fun!”

  2. bronxboy55

    I’ll never get past the idea of animals eating each other. Still, after reading the title of this post, I felt relieved to learn that you were talking about fish.

    • Damyanti

      Well, we are animals, and we eat other animals. I have not found the concept disgusting unless the killing is needless and based on greed rather than hunger. I’m trying to turn vegetarian, and eat meat only if nothing else is on the menu. Which happens very often in the country I live in.

  3. Jackie Jordan

    I reminisce. As a child, my father brought me fishing in Grand Isle, Louisiana. We fished from an old, abandoned bridge teaming with other anglers with hopes of hooking the “big one”. On a bright summer morning, I felt the jerk on my pole and began reeling him in; to my chagrin, it was a monster angelfish. I couldn’t believe my eyes. My dad’s tank had angelfish, but not ginormous whoppers like this. After a few hours, our ice chest was brimming over with these beauties. I reasoned it out, someone must have emptied their aquarium into the gulf and look what happened . . . Ah, memories!

  4. Turkish Prawn

    I’ve had quite a few angel fish over the years in my aquarium and have always wondered WHY they named them that. They always seem to have a mean streak a mile wide. Good luck on the next batch of eggs. I never got my baby fish to grow to adulthood, but that didn’t stop me from trying!


    • Damyanti

      This is the second time my angels have done this. If I had a tank to spare I would have removed the eggs after they were fertilized….apparently most breeders do that!

    • Damyanti

      Yep, a very short one indeed. Wonder if any other beings think of us as having a short lifespan ? Uh-oh, the writer in me is acting up again!


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  6. Pen Palatable

    Like a fish out of water, I am appalled at this display of aquatic abuse. My guppies were notorious at masticating their offspring. A large clump of grass gave these little tikes sanctuary from their ominous elders. Once, I even netted a perpetrator and around the bowl and down the hole he went – I showed him! Of course, the guppies were feed fish for my dad’s tropical tank . . . Oh, well! I thought that even the wee little guppettes deserved a life, too.

  7. Gladys Hobson

    What do you call parents who eat their own progeny?
    Overbearingly punitive?
    Testing your love?
    Or just fancied a small fry up?

  8. Marian Allen

    Not I, to be sure! Some time, I’ll have to post about Flash, our late and lamented dojo loach.

    I don’t think Lalwant Singh is to blame for visiting the sins of the past upon the children of the current angels. The angels probably just talked to somebody who has teenagers.