As I’ve mentioned since the birth of this blog, we have a salt-water tank. This is NOT an easy hobby, especially the way Hubby and I have approached it. . . which was not the most methodical, researched beginning.
Along the way, we’ve experienced highs and lows — nearly all of which center around the acquisition of livestock, corals, and equipment. But, through all of this, there’s been one unspoken rule: HUBBY handles everything.
I just admire.
I don’t touch the equipment — the one time I did, I flooded our dining room. Salt-water isn’t good for wood floors, just so you know.
I don’t touch the food — it stinks. A mixture of garlic, teeny-tiny mysis shrimp, ground up algae, etc. It’s NASTY. I don’t mess with nasty.
And, I don’t touch the corals, fish, crabs, snails, the shrimp, or the starfish. All of those animals FREAK ME OUT! I’m afraid the corals will sting me, and I’m afraid the fish will jump out of the tank/store bag. The shrimp is a giant with giant pincers. No thank you.
That brings us to the crabs and snails. Snails are creepy and crabs can bite, well — pinch. I don’t do snails and crabs. That’s boy stuff.
But, in an effort to be more involved with hubby’s passion and hobby, I decided to be brave. I went to one of our mega aquarium stores and bought a clean up crew (the aforementioned snails and crabs). I did it all by myself. Well, I told the sales-girl what I wanted, she bagged them up, and I carried the back out to the car (by myself).
Then we were home — just me, the Little Lady, and $70 bucks worth of boy animals.
Now what? Oh, crap — I have to put them in the tank. . . BY MYSELF!
(crap, crap, crap, crap, crap)
After letting the nasty creatures properly acclimate, I faced my biggest fear. Hand to claw (and/or slimy foot) combat with the clean-up crew. One by one, I drew those yucky, former sea-creatures from the plastic bags and put them on rocks, on the sand bed, and (in the case of the snails) attached them to the tank walls.
I did it. ME. Not Hubby.
I’m just as good as a boy. . . .when it comes to this stuff, anyway.
