I had tried to encourage the flower anemone to walk off the rock by focusing the current maker flow in it's direction two days ago to no avail, so the anemone's new name is Donkey

. I was going to give the tank another day at least to finish moving things, but last night I went downstairs after work and became aware of the horrible smell emanating from the 38. The tank was undergoing a massive bacterial bloom, hence the stink which was like bad fermenting cabbage and (actual) rotting snails.
Apparently anemone love this sewage so my flower anemone still didn't want to move, reveling in the yucky nutrients. I also (sadly

) had a considerable population of wild anemones that were also loving the funk in the tank, but I couldn't save them as they were pencil eraser to dime size and I wasn't going to search and pull them off rocks to move them from that horrible, retching stank of the tank.
Since I could not continue to leave the tank running and risk the stench permeating the whole house and not just the basement. I made the choice to just take the flower anemone with its giant rock. Fortunately I had just enough of the iodine dip left for it and the rest of the happy family corals. There were a couple tough snails desperately screaming for help so I rescued them too. Surprisingly there were a lot of bristle worms- a couple as wide as my pinky, looking for an exit route...sorry, not happening.
Fortunately I was able to cram the rock and anemone into the 13, I don't think Chestnut liked it but he didn't attack me, he just did his jig leaping side to side to remind me he wants to be fed (he
always wants to be fed, the little glutton!)
So while the critters I was moving to the 13 gallon were sitting in an iodine dip, I started emptying the 38 gallon of its foul water tank and finding disposable containers suitable for the weight of the substrate and live rock and able to contain the stench of it all.
Fortunately the floor drain wasn't more than 5' away so I set up a siphon just long enough (and short enough to be able to sterilize (did I mention the SMELL...)
When there was only 3-4" of foul water left in the tank I started the absolutely vile, retching and repulsive job of emptying the (I am sure now dead) rocks and placing them into disposable buckets, then moving onto scooping the horrid substrate out using a fish-only dustpan. I had thick cleaning gloves on and a N95 mask on, but still had to stop several times to avoid throwing up as I stuck my head in the tank. There was still about 3" of water left after I got the rocks and sand and other (cringe) stuff. So Sis and I had to tip the tank to pour the sludge into a bucket to get it outside ASAP.
Once empty I just took some white vinegar and poured it on the sides and bottom of the tank to kill the smell as I was exhausted at that point.
Fun wasn't over as I had a Fluval 207 hooked up to the tank and could not leave the filter stewing with the tank water and fouled media. Got some garbage bags and emptied all of the sponge and ceramic media, as well as the tubing, intake and output. Then spent another 40ish minutes scrubbing the plastic parts that hold the media, the inside of the canister, the motor and impeller. Not sure what the hard spots were, but they look like a mix of nerite eggs and calcified sand. There were some calcified mini-tube-worm housing on all of the filter housing that was also fun to get off because the space was tight you have to scrub hard to get it to release from the plastic.
I was smelling that all night long and after scrubbing myself red I put my face in a carton of coffee to try an neutralize the smell in my nose. Didn't work because if I sniff or cough hard I can taste it today.
So after all that work I still have to clean the tank out, but that will have to wait till tomorrow as I will be going to a fish club meeting in Milwaukee tonight after work. First time and unlike the other club in Alsip, IL this one has actual speakers.
Sorry for the novella
