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This is because once he's in the main tank, there's no way I can get him out without a complete dismantle. I am also aware that even this is no guarantee he won't eventually cause problems in the main tank but at least then I can honestly say I did everything I knew of to prevent it.
In other fish news, I also went out and got myself a handful of little Bartlett's Anthias. Ten to be exact  . These are to re-establish my original shoal, which has dwindled down to 5. These guys ARE in my QT tank, by the way, and it's in my plan to introduce both them and the Regal to the main tank at the same time. Perhaps in all the chaos, no one will get seriously harassed.
So far, all seem to be doing quite well on a diet of PE Mysis, Formula One, a bit of Pro-V or Formula Two, Prime Reef, and Cyclop-eeze. I try to feed them three times a day but being practical, most days, I can only manage two.
I am still trying to get my hands on 6-8 more Olive Anthias (which has been much harder than I thought). Then I might go for a few Bimaculatis Anthias and a pair (or trio) of Genecanthus Angels. Then I'll be finished. No really...unless a cute pair of small Crosshatch Triggers show up. Then I'll forget about the Angels and go that way. |
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In tank related news, you might have heard about the nor'easter that blew through this part of the country last month, (actually, there were two separate storms the same week!) toppling trees and power poles and causing some people to lose power for several days. It has always amazed me how the Eastern coast of the US, subject to hurricanes, nor'easters, and blizzards, mostly seem to have its power lines mounted above ground on poles while the Western coast, more subject to earthquakes, volcanoes, and other terrestrial activity, mostly has its lines---say it with me---underground. Anyway, on a good day, the power grid that supplies the Greenwich area is...well, technically speaking, sucky. I'm not kidding. Were it not for all the stately Wayne manors around here, you'd think you were somewhere in New Guinea when it comes to electrical stability. So whenever a couple of storms of this magnitude blow through, there's bound to be trouble. And naturally, there was.
The power at our place went out about midnight; we'll call it hour #1. Luckily, we thought, we have a monster whole house generator that is rated to keep the place running for three days easily. Just to make sure, we called our propane company to make sure we'd been topped off (the gauge's indicator face had so much condensation inside of it, that it was completely unreadable) and we're told we were good to go. By hour #22, I awoke to complete darkness and silence. The generator wasn't running and neither was the tank! |
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