The mother f'ing fish

Yesterday was a slow day at work- left early, ran some errands, and made an amazing dinner. Then as I am cleaning up the kitchen tragedy struck. At exactly 8:22 Monday, April 14th 2014, I realized our fish tank was leaking. Panic set in immediately. Who knows when all 56 gallons of that bad boy might explode all over our apartment. Sad little flopping fish bodies all over the floor.

The future hubs and I raced our asses right on over to Petsmart and bought a new tank. Huge shout out to the people of Petsmart for staying late so that we could get our new tank. 4 hours and one fish fight (Wes vs. a wiley clown loach) later we were back in business.

BUT (oh yes there is a but) even after emptying out the old tank we could not find the crack. Upon moving the filter to the new tank I realized the housing of the filter had a crack in it and was slowly leaking water. What does this mean you ask? It means that we may have needlessly spent way way too much money on buying a new tank, 4 hours of our night transferring gravel, plants, water and fish to a new tank when I could have just taped up the filter housing.

After that little discovery I poured us two very large glasses of wine, got into bed, and turned on Archer.

Two life lessons were learned/ cemented last night- 1) Examine the filter for leaks, not just the joints of the tank. 2) Pick a partner who makes you laugh, especially at 11:30pm while trying to move some large and aggressive fish from one tank to another.  (I am sure there are more but I don't totally know how to write them down.)

So as of right now there is a 56 gallon fish tank with some water and gravel in it sitting in the middle of our kitchen. Anybody want it? I may end up going straight Office Space on that bad boy later this week.