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For the most part I've outgrown the urge (and purged the internet validation monster) to display my knickers from the castle window but today the granny panties are so twisted they might be classified as a blunt force object should I deem it necessary to bludgeon a soul with them. And today? Pretty much any soul will do. You see, all my efforts to improve my physical situation this year have resulted in a tooth extraction, a 'degenerative disorder' diagnosis and now? "you have this and this so you need this pill and this pill. Shall we call them in for you?" The one thing I thought I could get under control in my life - ME - refuses to submit. And my Viking heart can't process IRE and GRIEF simultaneously. Bacon won't fix this. Pray for the husband, will you? He lives with me. At ground zero. And bacon has always been his go to....
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And the saga continues. After tossing five feral danios, and a pearlescent bully into the stargate tank, the lone guppy in the terror tank developed a lump on his side and in a few days stopped listening to Dory. So I made a command decision and tossed Rocky the pebble tossing sucka fish into the stargate tank and gutted the terror tank. I killed all manner of snails, blew out the filter area, replaced all the rock - and while emptying it found a MONSTER. Yes. a dragonfly nymph had moved in. I now need therapy. Even in its translucent fit on a dime sized stage - its little floating carcass made my skin crawl. The nasty horrors can live four or five years in a tank - dismembering your little finny friends. I shudder. So the terror tank is cycling in preparation for a winter goldfish bungalow. Rocky the algae eater, after coming to an understanding with Sid that algae eaters don't like to be touched, is adjusting well. I do nerd out at the fact that any new thing in the tank gets feelered by Sid a few times - and then he leaves it alone. And so for the moment - nobody risks being dipped in resin and made paperweight. At least nobody with fins.
Why? Why am I like this? Autumn frost is inevitable and the two goldfish in the outdoor pond do not produce antifreeze. So I and Hub venture forth to multiple pet stores for a solution. Result? I now have a 55 gallon tank in my living room as well as the 20 gallon, the terror tank and guppy central. For the goldfish? Nope. Sid, our resident gourami was bullying his buddies - so he’s in the big house. The jerk danios? In the big house. And four new cories. Everybody seems to be playing nice which now leaves me to obsess over the loss of three cories and two tetras in my 20 gallon tank and an outbreak of snails in the terror tank. Goldfish are still outside. And this is why I didn’t know about FBs dump till the day after….
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