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For those of you that have met me before, this is Laura (Richard's wife). Seems he should keep his passwords better updated, it wasn't too hard to guess, LOL. :wave:
So anyway, I have come to the conclusion that reef tank people are a bit strange, my husband in particular. He is busy at the moment, and apparently will be for some time, putting rocks back in his tank. So let me tell you...
This all started about 6 months ago when we moved. In the process of moving his saltwater tank to our new house, his fish met an unfortunate end due to some equipment malfunction of some type. :sad2:
This, understandably, was depressing to my dear husband. Being the caring wife I am :love2:, I decided to surprise him with some new fish for his tank the next day!
The only potential problem was determining exactly WHAT kind of fish I could find to surprise him with that he wouldn't end up hating me for later. (My previous fish purchase was an awesome longhorn cowfish that I thought was just too cool ... he wasn't so thrilled when it nuked his whole tank later.:eek2
So you can see why I had to make sure THIS surprise purchase would be a good one.
Off to the fish store I went, and while at Clarks I met this incredibly helpful fish guy (who shall remain un-named to protect the innoc..., well let's just say 'who shall remain unnamed' and leave it at that). Anyway, I saw some neat looking purple and orange spotted lobsters and 'Mr. Unnamed' helpfully assured me that they were completely perfectly reef-safe and would pose no potential problem or threat to anything in my husband's tank. Awesome! So if one is good, TWO are better, right? I brought Richard home a pair of purple spotted lobsters and turned them loose in his 150 gallon reef tank ... where the damn little buggers promptly disappeared and hid under approximately 180 lbs of live rock. Quite a disappointing surprise, all in all ... I almost never get to see more than an occasional glimpse of them as they never come out.
So Richard may not have been thrilled, but I think he acted appreciative out of obligation for my thought and effort. All was well and fine ... until the lobsters started growing ... his fish randomly started disappearing. Apparently the lobsters had developed quite an expensive sushi habit.
:worried2:
So fast forward to today. For MONTHS now, I have heard NOTHING but how much he hates those damn lobsters, and how impossible they are to catch, and how he can't get any of the fish he wants as they all get EATEN. Then I had to hear all about how he literally saw one of the dirty rotten little bastards latched onto his favorite clownfish's tail with its stinking little claw. Then I heard MORE about how my lobsters are ruining his tank and keeping him from getting the fish he needs to eat some little saltwater varmints or other. Oh ... and I hear about his seething hatred for 'Mr. Unnamed' on quite a regular basis as well.
:deadhorse1:
Seems simple enough to me, just take the damn things back out of the tank. He seems to think this is 'impossible' though.
So today I finally hear enough of it all, and I tell him to drag in some tubs, take off the lights, turn off the pumps, drain part of the tank, catch the fish (that survived), take out all 40-some of his corals and frags, and remove his 180 lbs of live rock... and you know what?
:dance: I CAUGHT BOTH THE LITTLE BASTARDS IN UNDER 60 SECONDS! :dance:
So much for the 'impossible'! I got it done in less than a minute! :lmao:
So anyway, that is my funny story for the day to share with you all.
I'm off to go feed the kids and put them to bed ...
Husband dear is still up to his elbows in his tank ...
-Laura
So anyway, I have come to the conclusion that reef tank people are a bit strange, my husband in particular. He is busy at the moment, and apparently will be for some time, putting rocks back in his tank. So let me tell you...
This all started about 6 months ago when we moved. In the process of moving his saltwater tank to our new house, his fish met an unfortunate end due to some equipment malfunction of some type. :sad2:
This, understandably, was depressing to my dear husband. Being the caring wife I am :love2:, I decided to surprise him with some new fish for his tank the next day!
The only potential problem was determining exactly WHAT kind of fish I could find to surprise him with that he wouldn't end up hating me for later. (My previous fish purchase was an awesome longhorn cowfish that I thought was just too cool ... he wasn't so thrilled when it nuked his whole tank later.:eek2
So you can see why I had to make sure THIS surprise purchase would be a good one.Off to the fish store I went, and while at Clarks I met this incredibly helpful fish guy (who shall remain un-named to protect the innoc..., well let's just say 'who shall remain unnamed' and leave it at that). Anyway, I saw some neat looking purple and orange spotted lobsters and 'Mr. Unnamed' helpfully assured me that they were completely perfectly reef-safe and would pose no potential problem or threat to anything in my husband's tank. Awesome! So if one is good, TWO are better, right? I brought Richard home a pair of purple spotted lobsters and turned them loose in his 150 gallon reef tank ... where the damn little buggers promptly disappeared and hid under approximately 180 lbs of live rock. Quite a disappointing surprise, all in all ... I almost never get to see more than an occasional glimpse of them as they never come out.
So Richard may not have been thrilled, but I think he acted appreciative out of obligation for my thought and effort. All was well and fine ... until the lobsters started growing ... his fish randomly started disappearing. Apparently the lobsters had developed quite an expensive sushi habit.
:worried2:
So fast forward to today. For MONTHS now, I have heard NOTHING but how much he hates those damn lobsters, and how impossible they are to catch, and how he can't get any of the fish he wants as they all get EATEN. Then I had to hear all about how he literally saw one of the dirty rotten little bastards latched onto his favorite clownfish's tail with its stinking little claw. Then I heard MORE about how my lobsters are ruining his tank and keeping him from getting the fish he needs to eat some little saltwater varmints or other. Oh ... and I hear about his seething hatred for 'Mr. Unnamed' on quite a regular basis as well.
:deadhorse1:
Seems simple enough to me, just take the damn things back out of the tank. He seems to think this is 'impossible' though.
So today I finally hear enough of it all, and I tell him to drag in some tubs, take off the lights, turn off the pumps, drain part of the tank, catch the fish (that survived), take out all 40-some of his corals and frags, and remove his 180 lbs of live rock... and you know what?
:dance: I CAUGHT BOTH THE LITTLE BASTARDS IN UNDER 60 SECONDS! :dance:
So much for the 'impossible'! I got it done in less than a minute! :lmao:
So anyway, that is my funny story for the day to share with you all.
I'm off to go feed the kids and put them to bed ...
Husband dear is still up to his elbows in his tank ...
-Laura
