So I was going to make up some nonsensical post answering a PM about what else I keep with Tim, but it's been a good photo day. Apologies to those on dial-up in advance...
The day started fairly normally with me staring at the tank and Tim mocking me with his one all-seeing eye peering just above his doorway. In the absence of Tim posing for photographs I've grown quite fond of photographing the hitchhiker 'decorator' crab. So I took a couple shots of the decorator ham... er... crab.
Bullet-time...
Getting bored already...
When a little flash of movement catches my eye (as usual).
On the prowl...
"Hey! Where's the meaty part?"
So Tim's hungry. This could be fun. He's going to make the rounds and size everyone up before choosing a meal. Big As-trea is still too big. All the ceriths are gone already. Nassarius are extinct in the tank again. The small astrea is smart (or lucky to date). The "Battle Damage Mithrax" (TM) is still bowing and saying "Yes Mr. Tim, Sir" so he gets an automatic reprieve (for now). StrongBad is still invisible in his mobile vault. The smooth-shelled decorator is secure under the sand until dusk.
Hrm... That leaves one of the peppermint shrimp OR the afore mentioned really neat 'decorator'
Who will he choose?
Who
will he chose?...
His decision made, he begins the hunt.
My heart sinks for the neat little crab...
Death-blow has to be in motion already...
Uh... death-blow incoming?
Incredible...
Best vision under the ocean and he can't tell he's wrapped around a meal. He just wanted a better view of the real targets; Moe, Larry and Curly - the peppermints.
Moe and Larry volunteer Curly up for 'decoy' duty while they assure him they're not cowering... they're planning...
After waiting for over ten minutes (why would I lie?) he makes his 'attack'... and misses.
Entertaining to watch, if only a bit anti-climatic.
I gave him a shrimp pellet and he felt better about himself.
I told him not to be too hard on himself, but I think the snickering let him know it wasn't very sincere.
