So, had these little guys for just shy of four days, and already had the first "Oh crap" moment I've ever has with any pet. I was just sitting down to watch Jaws - which just happened to be on, perhaps a bad omen? - and I heard a drip drip noise, which I at first attributed to my dog licking herself. Then I realized she was sitting behind me, unmoving. Oh crap. The shark tank is upstairs. Sprinted up there thinking "Oh no oh no oh no... what broke?! What am I going to do? That IS my back up tank right now!"
There's water all around the base, but the water level hadn't dropped precipitously, so I'm thinking maybe it's just a leak in one of the filters. Finally got very lucky - it was just the vent for the skimmer overflowing (small blockage). But damn, in all my years of caring for critters, never had such a terrified moment.
PS: They're fine. Very active. And for the next two months, I have sharks in my bedroom... and get to make inane Dr. Evil jokes to all my friends. Frickin' laser beams!
There's water all around the base, but the water level hadn't dropped precipitously, so I'm thinking maybe it's just a leak in one of the filters. Finally got very lucky - it was just the vent for the skimmer overflowing (small blockage). But damn, in all my years of caring for critters, never had such a terrified moment.
PS: They're fine. Very active. And for the next two months, I have sharks in my bedroom... and get to make inane Dr. Evil jokes to all my friends. Frickin' laser beams!
