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So....tonight (actually an hour or so ago) i was planning on testing Spike's water/scrubbing off the brown algae that accumulated. Ran the test, *hums to self*.....ammonia spiking?? Maybe bad test strip....ran another....ammonia IS spiking!!!
Scoops up fishy *whom is begging for food (or attention) as always* and begins to drain tank down to 30 or 50%
I already had a scenery idea spark so I was pulling plants. I had placed a somewhat bushy plant in the corner beside the heater. And when I pulled that plant out popped a pleco!!! My reactions: :shock:.....:question:.....:evil:
My attention was now turned to my LOVELY husband whom had been asking me "why don't you get one of those tank sucker fishys??" To which I've explained time and time again as to WHY one should NOT be stuffed into Spike's tank. "It will get too big, it poos too much, it will cause ammonia spiking, Spike may not be happy about his new friend etc etc etc"
After changing water, adding new scenery and conditioning water I storm into the bedroom where a sleeping husband awaits me. I fling the covers off him and ask...no DEMAND "did you put a pleco in Spike's tank????!!!!" To which a bumbling husband says "twas just trying to help"
Now from day 1 he was warned that I am very OCD about my fish tanks and there are only ONE approved person who touches my tanks and she only touches my tanks when I go out of town. He knows better than to question me when it comes to their PERFECT set ups. He was also warned again of my OCD behavior when we purchased the 75 gallon.
Needless to say, he is now sleeping on the couch and the dogs have taken his spot on the bed. Mr. Clean (as I have temporarily dubbed him) is now chilling in the 2.5 gallon hospital tank. All of our towels are currently at mom n dads (forgot to finish the laundry xD) and the 75 gallon has no lid. Tomorrow I will pick up the towels, set up the 75 gallon/plop him in there.
He looks so pale/there was TONS of poo in that corner. Lord knows Spike was a butt head to him/he was hiding from him. I had wondered why Spike was getting so worked up about that corner. I just figured he saw himself and was buffing up.
Scoops up fishy *whom is begging for food (or attention) as always* and begins to drain tank down to 30 or 50%
I already had a scenery idea spark so I was pulling plants. I had placed a somewhat bushy plant in the corner beside the heater. And when I pulled that plant out popped a pleco!!! My reactions: :shock:.....:question:.....:evil:
My attention was now turned to my LOVELY husband whom had been asking me "why don't you get one of those tank sucker fishys??" To which I've explained time and time again as to WHY one should NOT be stuffed into Spike's tank. "It will get too big, it poos too much, it will cause ammonia spiking, Spike may not be happy about his new friend etc etc etc"
After changing water, adding new scenery and conditioning water I storm into the bedroom where a sleeping husband awaits me. I fling the covers off him and ask...no DEMAND "did you put a pleco in Spike's tank????!!!!" To which a bumbling husband says "twas just trying to help"
Now from day 1 he was warned that I am very OCD about my fish tanks and there are only ONE approved person who touches my tanks and she only touches my tanks when I go out of town. He knows better than to question me when it comes to their PERFECT set ups. He was also warned again of my OCD behavior when we purchased the 75 gallon.
Needless to say, he is now sleeping on the couch and the dogs have taken his spot on the bed. Mr. Clean (as I have temporarily dubbed him) is now chilling in the 2.5 gallon hospital tank. All of our towels are currently at mom n dads (forgot to finish the laundry xD) and the 75 gallon has no lid. Tomorrow I will pick up the towels, set up the 75 gallon/plop him in there.
He looks so pale/there was TONS of poo in that corner. Lord knows Spike was a butt head to him/he was hiding from him. I had wondered why Spike was getting so worked up about that corner. I just figured he saw himself and was buffing up.
