I'm down with the crud, can't breathe, am lucky to be able to walk, and the biggest honking Turbo Snail I own has decided to buy the farm right in the middle of the 'cave' at the back of my wedge tank for no good reason: water params are bang-on for sps coral---or were, before he kicked the bucket. I've tried blowing him over where I can reach him, tried nudging him over, and he's stuck fast, reeking with slime, and this is the point where I'm *really* glad I have four nearly foot-long bristleworms. I'm thinking of turning the lights out to get them to work. A few of the corals are sucking it up and looking delighted; some are looking less happy. I'm running carbon to minimize any resultant ammonia, but my brain is fried with antibiotics and I hope I've thought of everything I ought to do.
Timing. Timing. Timing. He couldn't have done this in a few days when I feel more like coping with the mess he'll create in the tank. And while everybody else complains about their worms being suspiciously early to supper, I wish mine, and the half dozen Nassarius snails I've been nurturing against such a day, would get their little tails in gear.
Timing. Timing. Timing. He couldn't have done this in a few days when I feel more like coping with the mess he'll create in the tank. And while everybody else complains about their worms being suspiciously early to supper, I wish mine, and the half dozen Nassarius snails I've been nurturing against such a day, would get their little tails in gear.
