On a recent trip into town I ran into an acquaintance who pretty much exemplifies a certain type of aquarist that we also see posting here on MFK; a type that causes me some concern, and I can't help but think that I'm not alone in this. This fellow was buying a half-dozen small cichlids and telling me about his plans for them. His hope was to "grow them out" and then hopefully get a pair to form, which he would then proceed to not breed successfully. Okay, maybe that's not what he said, but based upon past experience it's likely what will happen.
So far, so good, right? Typical strategy that many of us use to get a mated pair of cichlids, right? But, it's the other stuff he told me that got my goat. An arowana and a couple of catfish purchased a month ago had already been "donated" back to the store...some goldfish that he got from me only a couple weeks ago had been "re-homed" already...one of his live-bearer tanks had been decimated by Ich recently, so he just "sold" the survivors and got out of them completely...he was asking me if I wanted another catfish that he had only purchased last week, because he simply didn't have room for it...and a Flowerhorn had gone from "I gotta have that fish!" to "I am soooo tired of that fish..." status within only a couple of months and was now looking for a new home.
It was a real-life version of those threads I mentioned. "I bought an XYZ fish...dropped it into my tank at home...it killed one of my fish, so I moved it to another tank...those fish beat the crap out of it...moved it into a bucket for a couple days...but it got tail fungus, Ich and rabies all at the same time, so I brought it back to the store (!!!)....and they didn't give me a dime for it!"
I didn't ask about quarantine, because I already knew the answer: "I've never needed to quarantine!", usually stated with some level of indignation at the very idea.
He showed me a picture of the Flowerhorn; it looks like a fish that was hooked while angling and then dragged behind the boat on a stringer for the rest of the day. Still breathing, but...that's about all...
No quarantine...no thought given to compatibility or other factors that should have prevented the purchase in the first place...just fish getting sicker and sicker and eventually put back on the market for others to "enjoy".
Am I just being crabby? Okay, I know I am...but am I wrong when I say this is tiresome to see and hear? My wife was with me when my "friend" ran into us outside the LFS, and she raised an eyebrow when she heard me mutter "Oh, jeez, not this s**t again..." as he hailed us from across the parking lot and came over to chat. She didn't say much through the conversation...neither did I, actually...and when he left, she asked me "Is that the guy who had that fish he wanted to give you?"
I answered "Yeah, that was the fish in that picture he showed us". She just rolled her eyes and got into the car.
How about it? Am I the only who feels this way? Rant over.
So far, so good, right? Typical strategy that many of us use to get a mated pair of cichlids, right? But, it's the other stuff he told me that got my goat. An arowana and a couple of catfish purchased a month ago had already been "donated" back to the store...some goldfish that he got from me only a couple weeks ago had been "re-homed" already...one of his live-bearer tanks had been decimated by Ich recently, so he just "sold" the survivors and got out of them completely...he was asking me if I wanted another catfish that he had only purchased last week, because he simply didn't have room for it...and a Flowerhorn had gone from "I gotta have that fish!" to "I am soooo tired of that fish..." status within only a couple of months and was now looking for a new home.
It was a real-life version of those threads I mentioned. "I bought an XYZ fish...dropped it into my tank at home...it killed one of my fish, so I moved it to another tank...those fish beat the crap out of it...moved it into a bucket for a couple days...but it got tail fungus, Ich and rabies all at the same time, so I brought it back to the store (!!!)....and they didn't give me a dime for it!"
I didn't ask about quarantine, because I already knew the answer: "I've never needed to quarantine!", usually stated with some level of indignation at the very idea.

He showed me a picture of the Flowerhorn; it looks like a fish that was hooked while angling and then dragged behind the boat on a stringer for the rest of the day. Still breathing, but...that's about all...
No quarantine...no thought given to compatibility or other factors that should have prevented the purchase in the first place...just fish getting sicker and sicker and eventually put back on the market for others to "enjoy".
Am I just being crabby? Okay, I know I am...but am I wrong when I say this is tiresome to see and hear? My wife was with me when my "friend" ran into us outside the LFS, and she raised an eyebrow when she heard me mutter "Oh, jeez, not this s**t again..." as he hailed us from across the parking lot and came over to chat. She didn't say much through the conversation...neither did I, actually...and when he left, she asked me "Is that the guy who had that fish he wanted to give you?"
I answered "Yeah, that was the fish in that picture he showed us". She just rolled her eyes and got into the car.
How about it? Am I the only who feels this way? Rant over.