ohmigosh

The wrigglers are now free-swimming. There's about a gazillion of them. Mom and Dad seem a bit overwhelmed. This is what I think is going on: Babies: Woo hoo! OOh, let's swim here. Oooh, let's swim over there. Weeeeee. Look at all this stuff. Hey, cool. Mom and Dad: Get over here, junior...

Woo hoo! Last night, the parents were eating the eggs and I was disappointed, but hoping that maybe they were just weeding out the "bad" ones. But they seemed to have wiped the rock clean. Weirdly, tho, they were both still guarding the rock and they had also seemed to have done some rearranging...