My 7 year-old cowfish named Cheese. I raised him from a tiny 1/2" block into his final size of 8". He was my pride and joy. Cheese was trained to eat from my hand and would "beach" himself like a whale in it to feed (it kept the more nimble fish away from him). When he'd see me come to the tank, I swear he acted like a puppy with excitement.
He would sleep at night and glide down to the bottom of the tank. My carpet anemone decided to move that night for some reason and was covering Cheese's usual corner. He was half-consumed by the time I found him the next morning, but didn't nuke the tank thankfully. To this day, I absolutely refuse to keep anemones because of that incident.
He would sleep at night and glide down to the bottom of the tank. My carpet anemone decided to move that night for some reason and was covering Cheese's usual corner. He was half-consumed by the time I found him the next morning, but didn't nuke the tank thankfully. To this day, I absolutely refuse to keep anemones because of that incident.