Has Annie gone completely insane, Y/N?
The tragic part, the part that freakin' tears me up inside, is that it's grown so big that he can't close his mouth, which means he can't eat, which means he's been slowly starving over the last couple weeks. He acts fine, he just keeps getting smaller as the bump gets bigger. Feeding the fish in the morning has become depressing, watching him swim up to the food but unable to eat it.
So it's not that I'm debating putting him out of his misery. I only do that in very dire situations, as we have established in earlier entries.
What I'm debating is... well... amateur surgery on a fish that's barely an inch long.
I bet I could get him in the net, get a hold of his head and quickly see if I could pop or drain this thing. If it doesn't help then, you know, he was going to die anyway. But if it makes him able to close his mouth, it might work. The only huge downside is that it may not work, and now he's suffered more than he would have otherwise.
Have the pregnancy hormones caused me to go completely out of my effing mind? Or is this worth a shot?
*-I have no idea if it's a "he." I named him Earl though, so we'll go with it.