Pretend I’ve complained for a paragraph or so about moving, stress, general overwork, and how I’ve either thrown out my back or it’s covered in fire and I’m fairly sure it’s the deal about the back as the dog isn’t looking at me in an odd, puzzling manner. Or no more than usual, anyhow. So, the tanks!
Spontaneous fish death season (SFDS) was not kind. SDFD is an phenomenon where some perfectly healthy fish just up and die: the mandarin goby, the lemonpeel angel, and two members of Slime-atron were behaving perfectly normally one minute and were dead the next. The goby was an especially painful loss, as I was watching him that morning as he cruised around for ‘pods and a few hours later was burying him in the yard. Also on the loss list is the coral beauty angel, although that wasn’t spontaneous. We did some work in the house requiring paint, chemicals, and aggressive sanding so I turned off the pumps and covered the tanks for a few hours, and she was dead when the sheets came off.
The only addition to the tank is a juvenile yellow-bellied hippo tang. Yeah, yeah, I know, a tang in a 65g, please call the Tang Police. Well, one nice part about moving to a bigger house is the tank upgrade. There’s a nice space in the main room that would be perfect for a 125g corner tank, so there’s a quest on to find a used AGA or Oceanic with overflow before the deadline to move the last bits of crap out of the old house. There will be a series of posts soon about how the floor under the tank has been buttressed to compensate for the extra weight and such, and then the joys of setting up a new tank (yay!), catching fish (boooo! hisssss!), and moving the rock and livestock (dear back, if you stop complaining, I’ll give you cookies).