what's your worst purchase
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baby pacu at walmart for 3.50 when i was 6. they told me it wouldn't get much bigger. so i bought 3 it only took a month and they had out grown the 20 gallon.
My worst purchase was a rawhide chew toy 3ft long. I bought it for a mix-breed dog I was watching while my friends were away on vacation. Eada (as the dog is called) flung this rawhide bone (playfully) and I watched in horror as it struck my 55gal tank. The tank glass cracked, I braced for the worse, I heard "tink-tinktink, pop' SPLASH" The mudskippers, threadfins tetras and years of Javafern, JavaMoss all came to rest at my feet on the other side of the room. ThankGod for good homeowners insurance. I let the dog live. The fish were lacerated in the insuing tidalwave.
It was an expensive rawhide too, the dog was very cute and a pleasure to watch. Except for the outcome.
It was an expensive rawhide too, the dog was very cute and a pleasure to watch. Except for the outcome.
Mine would have to be 2 x 2" RTC that I put in a 55gal with 2 EBJD's, a few needle nose gar and others i cant remember now. I didn't do my research first and knew nothing about them. every morning i would wake up to fish missing and fatter RTC's until they were about 9" and the only fish left in the tank. I finally took them out and sold em.
NEVER AGAIN! ehehe
NEVER AGAIN! ehehe
that makes a good storyHetepheres;1412523; said:I think I can safely blame this story on my mother and father because I was underage at the time, I think I was 8 or 9.
The albino walking cat.
Family goes to fish store. We have a small tank, 20 gal., (old metal frame with the black sticky sealant), and mother sees this little white thing with whiskers. Its so CUTE. Father looks, he likes it too and little girl (me) starts begging!!
Mother asks How big to they get. Channels get pretty big, you know. Mother grew up in the country. Fish store guy says maybe 2 to 3 inches. No, its not like the wild ones. Albino fish gets bagged up and taken home.
One by one, other fish in the tank start disappearing. And worse, seems no matter what we try to keep him in, he keeps getting out of the tank-AND GROWING. But, because he is a walking cat, when he gets out of the water, he doesnt die, no matter how dusty he got. Once mother was walking by where the tank was and accidently kicked this guy across the room and under the sofa and he still wouldnt die!
Father says, Okay, Thats it. Back to the store with him!
Fish store wouldnt take him back. No other fish store would take him either. BUT YOU SOLD HIM TO US!
No.
What to do? No one in the family, even father (the old softy!) had the heart to kill him. A decision was made. I caught him up and hauled him to the local irrigation canal. Problem solved but not the end of the story.
3 years later a news article showed up in the local paper. Kids fishing in the canal (!) had caught an albino walking catfish. It was huge, they were ecstatic and I think they fried him up.
Thats cool, but ya a jack dempsey was the worst because its didnt do anything and whenever my oscar tried to make friends it attacked the oscar. So yesterday traded hime back and got a discounted arowana.
my worst was a baby catfish, type unkown, it was pink and around 4 inch long, my father tossed it in with our young red zebras and electric yellows, needless to say there was a happy fat catfish in the tank.
