If anyone ever needed proof of how easily, and regularly, convicts breed, our little albino is it. Chuck has now laid her third batch of eggs in the space of five and a half to six weeks, and is now happily guarding and fanning them inside the castle ruins in the centre of the tank. Dad, Rhett the firemouth, is only allowed in after Chuck has done a lap of the tank to check for threats, after about ten seconds she kicks him out and he has to wait for around an hour for her to check again.
Thankfully Chuck doesn't seem to be forcing him into the corner this time. Oh well, egg removal for me in the morning, I feel so mean taking the eggs away, but there's no way I could re-home them all, and I couldn't keep them all.