Ugly, just ugly.
I went out of town on Labor day and when I came home my life was drastically altered in many many ways. It started with a parasite from un-quarantined fish (I know STUPID) and then the real important things in life, like family, went horribly awry and each day I would go to Dr.s appointments with people I loved and get bad news- struggle to keep up at work and then come home and watch fish die and plants rot. I turned out the lights after a while, I couldn't watch it any more.
The net net of my sob story is the worst is over for now, but not when it comes to the tanks. No ferts, empty CO2 canisters, parasite outbreaks, and the rest is history. After countless losses and the beautiful artwork that had adorned my house turned in algae encrusted abandoned lots- or some worse, just the dead brown skeletons of what used to be lush greenery, fungused bodies of third generation angelfish that I raised from fry with the help of excellent (yet still dead) parents...
Today I came home from work. Opened a bottle of wine - the first of may I intended to consume tonight, and went to work dismantling the 90 in my living room- the first of 7 of 9 tanks that have to go...
And I went into my bedroom and saw Stumpy- one of the first angels I have ever owned- was desperately defending a fresh spawn, with a Daddy angel by her side. Her name is stumpy because as a juvenile she was the victim of such a bad fungus outbreak that it ate away her tail and much of the flesh at the end of her spine- her tail never grew back, but she survived and gave it her all for all of these years. 3+ years to be exact... She lost her mate, and so did Joe Jr. who lives in the 29 in my bedroom. I put them together when I decided I had to take down some of the tanks. They didn't get along at all at first. He attacked her for days. Then I think the reality set in that his mate was gone for good, so he hid and stopped eating for the next week. That was the last straw for me, but I think they decided not to give up, because tonight the two of them are vigorously guarding a batch of fertilized eggs- and life goes on..
So I decided not to call it quits. I think. For today at least. Maybe I am grasping at straws, assigning human qualities to dumb fish, but maybe it is a sign.... Maybe I am being too philosophical, either way, thanks for listening.