I picked up my six line from a fellow reefer here last fall and he has been working out great, one of my favorite fish. When I added him, I had a yellow coris wrasse already in the tank and they always left each other alone, never fought once. After being in my tank for over a year, one night the coris decided he wanted to get a taste of the air out there. Found him dried up on the carpet behind the tank. Bummer.
So I'm buying dog food at Petco and they carry some saltwater livestock(unfortunately), and I figured in the spirit of my old coris, I would rescue this one! Being at least 2'', there's nothing in my tank that would harm him. I acclimate him and introduce him, and he expectedly went down into the sand and buried himself with one eye sticking out. This is typical of the species, especially when new so no surprise there.
After a couple of hours, I'm watching TV in my living room. My tank is right behind me and I hear this sound... *PLOP*.... *PLOP*. I look back and the coris is bobbing on the surface, struggling. Right when I stood up to investigate, the six line comes blazing up from underneath and rips him a new one, probably for the 10th time. I got him out with my net while he was dazed and I have him in the fuge now. Bummer.
Just no luck with these guys I think. He may be up for adoption soon, poor little dude's a little scratched, but not that bad. Glad I was in the room.
Guess I should have maybe seen that coming, huh?
So I'm buying dog food at Petco and they carry some saltwater livestock(unfortunately), and I figured in the spirit of my old coris, I would rescue this one! Being at least 2'', there's nothing in my tank that would harm him. I acclimate him and introduce him, and he expectedly went down into the sand and buried himself with one eye sticking out. This is typical of the species, especially when new so no surprise there.
After a couple of hours, I'm watching TV in my living room. My tank is right behind me and I hear this sound... *PLOP*.... *PLOP*. I look back and the coris is bobbing on the surface, struggling. Right when I stood up to investigate, the six line comes blazing up from underneath and rips him a new one, probably for the 10th time. I got him out with my net while he was dazed and I have him in the fuge now. Bummer.
Just no luck with these guys I think. He may be up for adoption soon, poor little dude's a little scratched, but not that bad. Glad I was in the room.
Guess I should have maybe seen that coming, huh?