For those of you who have never had a fish tank, despite appearances, it requires a lot more work than just sprinkling a pinch of food on top and watching the pump bubble (bloop, bloop, bloop!) ... You see, I knew this because my brothers had a tank when we were growing up and, as mother's do, I tried to save DDA from making the same mistake but, as children do, she rolled her eyes and insisted she'd be fine!
But, as my daughter tends to do, she got carried away. You know "less is more"? not so with DDA. Enter the friggin ocean! My daughter is 19 and, after all, she was successfully caring for the 20 gal. tank so, when she approached Prince Charming and I regarding the "unbelievable deal" she found on a 'larger' tank, we hesitantly agreed and after the lecture of responsibility and maturity that she graciously
I have to admit, after the initial shock when I saw the enormity of it, and after administering first aid to my husband and son who, thankfully, didn't have hernias from carrying the damn thing up one and a half flights of stairs, I found it rather appealing. Granted, it stretched across 2 of DDAs dressers (of which she has 4, again "less is more", not her thing) and required several hours worth of set up, but when it was done, it was breathtaking, extraordinary, LOUD! Holy good-night! You see, bigger tank requires bigger pump, let's out bigger noise! That soothing bloop, bloop, bloop had been replaced by an irritating, non-stop SLOSH! SLOSH! SLOSH! (Still not sure if it's more annoying than Prince Charming's snoring or not, jury's out.)
We may never know the cause for sure, but this was devastating enough for DDA that she has ultimately decided to