Okay, I’ll tell the Crab Bond story (that took a lot of coaxing…). Sorry about the short hijack, Rasa!
I brought home a fiddler crab one day. I put him in the tank and went about my business. After about 10 minutes, I went back to look in the tank and he was gone. I starting hunting through the apartment and eventually called the fish shop to see if they are prone to escape. The store rep told me that if there is any space at the top of the tank, they may find it and escape. Sure enough, my bio-wheel provides some open space. So then I started to pat the carpet, hoping the little shit had left a wet trail. No luck there. I looked under the fridge, under the couch - everywhere. He was gone. Dejected, I resolved to finding a rotting crab body in a shoe someday.
That evening, I walked past the tank and the little f*cker was in there, waving around his big claw. Apparently, he had burrowed himself in the pebbles and rocks before and I couldn’t see him. Well, I thought that was pretty sneaky but it was nothing compared to what the now aptly named Crab Bond had in store for me.
A few weeks go by and I’m pretty convinced that Crab Bond likes his new home. So it was pretty shocking when I walked by one morning and saw him near the front of the tank, limp and discolored. I though, “Shit! He didn’t last long.” I was really disappointed because I’m an anal retentive ammonia and pH tester and try to keep things really clean for my fishes. I got the net and scooped out Crab Bond. I looked at his little lifeless body and promptly flushed him down the toilet.
Gone, right?
Wrong. The next day, I walk by the tank and sure enough, that little f*cker is sitting there, waving around his big claw. Now, Inky- thought maybe he was replaced - but I lived alone and was single then. You can imagine how weird it is truly thinking that the thing was gone only to find it somehow in the tank. It’s like a weird, out of body experience.
Here’s what happened: Crab Bone had molted and his old shell was such a perfect replica of himself that I simply couldn’t tell the difference. He wasn’t around when I found the shell - presumably hiding until his new one hardened up some. I truly thought I had flushed the crab - and there wasn’t a noticable weight difference between the shell and crab because they he just wasn’t that big to start off with. So yeah, the shit was in the tank the whole time - he’s a MASTERMIND OF DISGUISES.
Like I said: Fishtank = hours of enjoyment!
Oh hell…one more story about another fishie…
I got a pleco. It is, more or less, a sucker fish that attaches its mouth on to the tank and sits there. Sometimes it sucks on some rocks, eating, etc. I’d had him for quite a while. One day, I went to the tank and he was sort of on his side, but not floating. I watched him for a while and he’d apparently died. I sighed, got the net, tapped him gently - nothing. He just bumped along the little statue of two fishies holding a sign that says, “No fishing allowed.” So I scooped him out, said some appropriate fishie prayers and tipped him over in the toilet.
The moment that little guy hit the cold water, he started to zip around in the toilet. ZIP ZIP ZIP. So NOW I’m wondering what to do because there was bleach in the toilet and he was sure to die from that. Also, I didn’t know if I could even put him back in the same tank after his bleached toilet experience. So I closed my eyes…and flushed, feeling horrible.
I heard the water swirling around and opened my eyes. Fish gone? Hell no! The little guy had SUCKED his FACE right on the side of the toilet bowl and was holding on for dear life as water swirled in a circle around him. His tail was flapping around as he held on.
Finally, it proved too much for him and he accepted his watery grave. Man, that bummed me out.
Fish tank = LOTSA FUN!
Tibs.
p.s. If you get some live-bearers, they make cute little baby fishies!