) I honestly have the 'You have have my fish, when you pry them from y cold dead fingers (or if they're livebearers and taking over again)' outlook. =P Hubby wanted my Rosy barbs for his office...I told him he can have them when....well, I won't get into that.
I am being watched for depression...and watched like a hawk for my eating anything I should not...I miss my coffee and Dr. Pepper... Sleep is the main part of my perscription....bleh, I just can't stand it...I wanna go play with the other boys and girls.
Of course I could amuse myself by trying to move my khuli loaches to another tank,
they're monsters when it comes to speed. I love to play with them, they like to follow fingers. Emmy, however, is pleased that I moved my delta platinum/copper into the tank and is now watching him...he's not too sure about that just yet.
I recently (today) went to Walmart and bought color coordinating gravel/glass bead thing for each of my betas...that was interesting. Naturally I was looking that the betas and I saw this putridly dead beta floating in dark, dark brown water.
I had been wondering what that horrid smell was. I changed the water in a few cups and then hunted down the night manager, funky cup in hand. She had to nerve to tell me it must have died that day because 'Staff take out the dead fish every morning' fish does -not- rot that fast. When I told her I changed the water she was like 'M'am you can't do that, we have a policy we need to obey, I asked her if allowing fishes to rot in the tanks was part of that policy. She sputtered on that one a monent, falling back on the cleaned every morning story. I then asked her why the same oscar from Saturday was still floating. (Very obviouslt the same one as it was the only oscar....why they have them in the first place....ugh) She started with "M'am, maybe you don't know what you're talking about. They're just fish anyway."
Oh yeah, I opened up a good half hour lecture on her, got the district managers number and have called leaving several complaints.
Before I left she 'scolded' me again on messing with the bettas....I 'politely' explained to her that 'Either the policy needs to be changed or it's not being adhered to if I was disgusted enough to go out of my way to clean up your fish department. I drumped the basket of glass beads and pebbles (every betta nook was getting new rocks, as was the 20 gal) at her feet and proceeded to another store.
Ok, I admit I didn't handle that in the best way, but I am hormonal and that woman had the gall to act like I had committed a terrible crime and that I was some sort of moron that didn't know what I was talking about. Sheesh, those fish probably had nicer water than they'd ever had in their life, dechlored with the expensive stuff, stress coat and then a bit of ich treatment for those that needed it. A large grain of salt all the way around, too.
Looking back at it now, I know I seem like a nutcase.
Hormones rule my life right now...and I hate them because they make me do the silliest things...
You and kitty can console one another and watch your fishorama.
. We have one place taht is part of the OATA and there tanks were an advert for how not to look after fish
(I have hypertension. Had to spend time in the hospital with a minor stroke and then in rehab learning to stand up and walk again.) You think your living room is annoyingly boaring?--HAH! Spend a couple-three weeks in a hospital bed. 
And I know you want to avoid that. 
Maybe you already have been there, done that.
