Golden Age
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I added a sally lightfoot a few weeks ago. I was apprehensive and immediately regretted it after I put it in but figured I would give it a chance to play nice and it did"¦..until last night.
I don't have much in my 75 gallon. 2 clowns, 3 nessarius snails, 3 blue leg, 3 red leg, 1 emerald crab and 1 peppermint shrimp, so I know everybody and have my favorites.
One of the blue legs had become my favorite inhabitant. When I first added him he immediately jacked another crab for it's shell. I almost threw him to the sump, but he didn't hurt the crab, just traded shells with it. It was kind of cute. This guy was terrified of everything at first. When he would see me or my wife coming near he would immediately hide and pretend he didn't exist. Eventually he started getting brave and showing himself more and then would come and say hello when we would feed. He probably had the most personality out of anyone in my tank.
He was my favorite.
I had been keeping a close eye on the sally lightfoot. I just didn't trust it and I started to feel bad about it because it hadn't done anything wrong. It seemed so sneaky but I was giving it a chance and it was playing nice and seemed to keep to itself. In the morning before I left to work I did role call and all was fine. My little blue leg even came out to wish me a nice day. When I got home I saw it's shell but it wasn't moving. Didn't think anything of it, but a couple hours later it still hadn't moved. I took a closer look and saw the sally lightfoot in the corner eating him! I was livid. I went to grab him but he scurried under the rock. I threw apart all my rocks trying to catch him but he was too fast and I lost track of him. I went to bed and would try again when I got home from work. I told my wife I couldn't find him and would look again when I got home. My wife then called me on my way to work and told me she found him and he had been crushed under one of the rocks. I pulled over to the side of the road and just started at my hands for what felt like hours. WHAT HAD I DONE?
I feel like a murderer. It wasn't my intention to kill it. I just wanted to get it and put him up for adoption or take it to my LFS.
It's really eating at me, both the loss of my best friend and my inadvertent curb stomping of his murderer. Revenge feels awful. Empty. So alone. I hope I'm not haunted by their ghosts.
I don't have much in my 75 gallon. 2 clowns, 3 nessarius snails, 3 blue leg, 3 red leg, 1 emerald crab and 1 peppermint shrimp, so I know everybody and have my favorites.
One of the blue legs had become my favorite inhabitant. When I first added him he immediately jacked another crab for it's shell. I almost threw him to the sump, but he didn't hurt the crab, just traded shells with it. It was kind of cute. This guy was terrified of everything at first. When he would see me or my wife coming near he would immediately hide and pretend he didn't exist. Eventually he started getting brave and showing himself more and then would come and say hello when we would feed. He probably had the most personality out of anyone in my tank.
He was my favorite.
I had been keeping a close eye on the sally lightfoot. I just didn't trust it and I started to feel bad about it because it hadn't done anything wrong. It seemed so sneaky but I was giving it a chance and it was playing nice and seemed to keep to itself. In the morning before I left to work I did role call and all was fine. My little blue leg even came out to wish me a nice day. When I got home I saw it's shell but it wasn't moving. Didn't think anything of it, but a couple hours later it still hadn't moved. I took a closer look and saw the sally lightfoot in the corner eating him! I was livid. I went to grab him but he scurried under the rock. I threw apart all my rocks trying to catch him but he was too fast and I lost track of him. I went to bed and would try again when I got home from work. I told my wife I couldn't find him and would look again when I got home. My wife then called me on my way to work and told me she found him and he had been crushed under one of the rocks. I pulled over to the side of the road and just started at my hands for what felt like hours. WHAT HAD I DONE?
I feel like a murderer. It wasn't my intention to kill it. I just wanted to get it and put him up for adoption or take it to my LFS.
It's really eating at me, both the loss of my best friend and my inadvertent curb stomping of his murderer. Revenge feels awful. Empty. So alone. I hope I'm not haunted by their ghosts.
