Uh-huh….and? Keeping cichlids doesn’t make you brave unless you’re risking serious bites from a 15″ monster with a 36″ attitude every time you do a water change. Bites from the smaller guys don’t really hurt. I know they don’t because I’ve been bitten more than once. You say, “Ouch! Little fucker” and carry on. It doesn’t make you some kind of master fishkeeper because most cichlids are pretty sturdy and some can survive in anything short of actual raw sewage. It doesn’t make you a “fish psychologist” because their general behaviour is pretty easy to predict and the rest is up to the fish; there’s not a fucking thing you can do about it except musical fish if it comes to that. So you can spell Melanochromis cyaneorhabdos. Big deal, so can I–that doesn’t make you anything special. If you want to talk about fish with aggression issues, talk about bettas, and they’re only 2″ long. Little fish, big ‘tude–they’ll go after their own reflections. You keep cichlids and you know what that says about you? Nothing at all. They’re aquarium fish that need a little extra attention to stocking, and so what–how many thousand others keep cichlids, too? The fact that you don’t shut up about keeping cichlids says a lot more about you, and none of it good.