Evan Martinez

Sits on a shelf by the window where the afternoon light hits it just right. Bronze corys dig through the sand, shrimp are everywhere on the driftwood, and the crypts finally stopped melting.

Just a planted community tank, tetras and rasbora weaving through rotala and a couple chunks of driftwood, shrimp cleaning up whatever's left.

Demasoni are the whole point of this one, feisty little guys packed in with acei and peacocks who mostly ignore them.