After introducing Rene the male Bristlenose Catfish to the tank yesterday, he and Nancy flounced around near each other and wiggled over the sides of the tank together. All looked well until Rene nudged Nancy out of her usual spot under the planted bogwood. She tried to find a replacement den, trying out the different plants, but it just didn’t look as comfy as her bogwood groove. This morning, the smaller piece of bogwood had moved a little and the gravel had been disturbed. I could just make out some manly bristles underneath it. Nancy had put him in his place.