Sunday night at about 1am as my mom and I were about to go to bed, we noticed a puddle on the floor. We are used to the fridge leaking but it wasnt coming from the fridge. I followed the steady stream of water and noticed it came from my 29 gallon saltwater tank. Freaking fantastic. I had just done a water change so it was full about four hours before. It was leaking from the back where the caulk had failed. It drained probably 7 gallons. So my mom called my dad who is working night shifts and he was here within an hour. So we all tried to get the two puffers safely in another tank for the time being while I manhandled a 29 gallon aquarium upstairs by myself from underneath the house. We mopped up all of the water and tried to deal with stuff and I got to sleep at 4am. I was supposed to leave by 7:50 am to make it to classes on time but when my mom woke me up at 8am, I fell asleep while sitting up. Didn't think it was safe to drive back to school.
So of course when I woke up Monday morning and got out of bed, I noticed the fish in the 125 gallon saltwater tank were acting weirdly. Rapid gill movement and the puffer was laying on the sand all sad-like. I tested the water and the levels of ammonia, nitrites and nitrates were ridiculous. Jeeze. Just what I needed. So I spent like five hours making fifty plus gallons of water to do a water change for that and to fill up the new puffer tank.
Then of course as we sat down for dinner downstairs on the couch, my dad pointed out the ceiling.
Yup. Eff.
This is my life. This is shit. The hardwood floors are all messed up for now and hopefully once they dry, they'll be better. But it's kinda really scary.
Ah man.
If there's someone up there, he/she's definitely throwing a bunch of stuff at me to deal with.
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