x Fish x
Fish Fanatic
Today, I wake up and... step in a puddle. Naturally, the dog gets blamed. Dog cowers and hides while people yell and call her bad.
But when I fed the girls, I see water collecting along the tank trim. Awha? I dry it off, and think the dog might've bumped it a bit too hard. An hour later there's more water. And later more. I freak out. My tank has cracked! Dear lord, where do the fish go?
"Put 'em in the big tank," says my dad. No! These are MY fish. I spent my Christmas money on them, they're not going into your tank to be picked on and eaten, and probably hide away from me. These are my babies, not just fish.
So I go to empty the tank out and seal whatever crack there might be, hoping to god the fish will live in a bucket all night. My mom suggests a big red bin I had intended long ago for breeding Bettas (thought against it, too much work) so she goes to find that for me. I unplug everything, take the band off from around the filter...
It's soaked.
The power bar is completely wet, dangerous. A damned fire hazard! I unplug that too, and dry it off as best I can. Pick up the filter, stare at it. No cracks, no holes. I take it downstairs to test it in the sink. "It might've backed up, check the sponge." Well, my dad was right. The normally-light-green sponge was black and gloompy. I had to scrub the poor thing to death (I could hear it screaming)
And now all is well in the fish-world.
So glad it wasn't as big as I thought it was. Maybe "DO NOT CLEAN YOUR FILTER MEDIUM!" was misunderstood on my part.
But when I fed the girls, I see water collecting along the tank trim. Awha? I dry it off, and think the dog might've bumped it a bit too hard. An hour later there's more water. And later more. I freak out. My tank has cracked! Dear lord, where do the fish go?
"Put 'em in the big tank," says my dad. No! These are MY fish. I spent my Christmas money on them, they're not going into your tank to be picked on and eaten, and probably hide away from me. These are my babies, not just fish.
So I go to empty the tank out and seal whatever crack there might be, hoping to god the fish will live in a bucket all night. My mom suggests a big red bin I had intended long ago for breeding Bettas (thought against it, too much work) so she goes to find that for me. I unplug everything, take the band off from around the filter...
It's soaked.
The power bar is completely wet, dangerous. A damned fire hazard! I unplug that too, and dry it off as best I can. Pick up the filter, stare at it. No cracks, no holes. I take it downstairs to test it in the sink. "It might've backed up, check the sponge." Well, my dad was right. The normally-light-green sponge was black and gloompy. I had to scrub the poor thing to death (I could hear it screaming)
And now all is well in the fish-world.
So glad it wasn't as big as I thought it was. Maybe "DO NOT CLEAN YOUR FILTER MEDIUM!" was misunderstood on my part.