that Wrasses are pretty to look at as long as you CAN KEEP THEM IN THEIR *explitive deleted* GLASS BOX! AAARG!
So, I turn off the pumps as usual today to feed and while I am getting the turkey baster ready to start putting the food into the tank I hear "sploosh" "flop" "flop" and look up in time to see that my wrasse has lept out of the tank, on to the light hood, bounced at least twice and then flipped off the back of the hood, hit the tank lip and flew behind the tank! (yes, I saw all of it, as if it were slow motion!)
I hurriedly got everything out of the way but couldn't reach the little bastard. So I got my 16 year old daughter (screeming about being grossed out the whole time) to shove her arm behind the stand and grab him by the tail. She dropped him in my hand where I promptly dropped him in my sump because it was closer. He sank to the bottom and laid there, gasping for breath.
Just when I was about to start cursing, he sprung to life and started swimming against the current.
I got him scooped up into a capture cup, and dropped him in my 30 gallon.
He looks like he landed in some salt creep on the back of the stand, so he may have some salt burns on him, but he is swimming!
I can't imagine if I had not been there to witness it.
Guess what? The 30 has a LID ON IT!
Anyone considering a wrasse with an open top tank, DON'T DO IT! RESIST THE PRETTY COLORS!
Uggg...
I think my hear just started beating regularly again... Stoopid fish.
So, I turn off the pumps as usual today to feed and while I am getting the turkey baster ready to start putting the food into the tank I hear "sploosh" "flop" "flop" and look up in time to see that my wrasse has lept out of the tank, on to the light hood, bounced at least twice and then flipped off the back of the hood, hit the tank lip and flew behind the tank! (yes, I saw all of it, as if it were slow motion!)
I hurriedly got everything out of the way but couldn't reach the little bastard. So I got my 16 year old daughter (screeming about being grossed out the whole time) to shove her arm behind the stand and grab him by the tail. She dropped him in my hand where I promptly dropped him in my sump because it was closer. He sank to the bottom and laid there, gasping for breath.
Just when I was about to start cursing, he sprung to life and started swimming against the current.
I got him scooped up into a capture cup, and dropped him in my 30 gallon.
He looks like he landed in some salt creep on the back of the stand, so he may have some salt burns on him, but he is swimming!
I can't imagine if I had not been there to witness it.
Guess what? The 30 has a LID ON IT!
Anyone considering a wrasse with an open top tank, DON'T DO IT! RESIST THE PRETTY COLORS!
Uggg...
I think my hear just started beating regularly again... Stoopid fish.