Out of my last batch of eggs, I had 7 babies. One grew much faster then the others. Recently I suspected cannabalism with the loss of the smallest baby. I woke up this morning to discover another dead and one with a big bite one him. Hiding in the corner was a really fat cuttle with a guilty look on his face. Hes now in a seperate jail cell. Perhaps I need to feed them more then once a day, but I think this guy has learned he can eat others. Or perhaps I shouldnt feed live shrimps at such a young age making them require larger prey. Sigh...he ate my favorite lil guy and brought my cuttle count to less then I desired. I hope I have eggs soon!