Blue Lobster
Fish Crazy
Welcome to the TFF 12 step program.
Each person steps to the mic and tells how they got hooked on fish. In turn we will comfort and console with coffee and conjecture.
[Approaches Microphone]
Hello, my name is Matthew and I have been addicted to fish keeping for 10 plus years now. It started out innocently enough, a 10 gallon with a couple feeders. No big thing right? They lived for quite a while.
From there it went to a 20 gallon with assorted Tropicals (This is before the internet, so big fish small tank abuse and lack of knowlege) still I was not hooked. I thought it was a phase.
Started watching the fish more than the TV. Started the slide downhill.
From there I started thinking about larger tanks. I could feel the urge for a bigger fix. It was bad man, months of "Do I get a 35g hex or a long 40g? Sand or gravel?"
It got dicey for a while but I couldn't resist.
At the time I was still living at home, and disposable income leads to bad things.
Bam, nice 35 hex. Balas didn't like it but it's all that I could fit.
The 35 found it's way into my apartment, my wife is understanding of my addictions, cars and fish....The apartment was small, and I needed a bigger tank.
Started researching and found out I needed to move those balas ASAP.
Rented a house, had the room for something bigger!!!
This is where it all went to hell.
Found an ad online. 55&75 gallon setup $250. Must sell, need cash.
"Honey, I am going to pick up a 55 gallon tank from some guy online in Pennsylvania for the new house. It's a 3 foot wide tank" Figuring I'd sell the 75 and break even.
I get there and he has a nice 55 and a 75 top and bottom breeding setup for sale. Nice but I was in a tropical nut's basement, he had tanks all over and needed cash bad.
What's that? A 5 foot wide tank on a stand in the corner?
"Hey, is that one for sale?"
Like a diamond in the rough I saw the potential thought the grey film and beat up metal stand. Oxyclean and razors would make it presentable, I am sure of it.
Zero resistance on my part, and I caved.
So I show up at my house with a 110 and my wife gives me that look.
"Honey, it was the same price as the ones I went for, I swear"
"That tank is soo gross inside, will it ever come clean?"
3 days of cleaning later and a veneer surround and the wife was like "That thing is alot bigger than I thought, but it's really cool now that it's set up and everything"
Hours of research online, dozens of gallons transferred, 2 weeks of cycling, anticipation and the balas were on the way to the new house.
They died a month later when I stocked the tank with some fish from a LFS and went away on business. I get a call in Vegas "Matt, the fish are not looking good. They look like they rolled in salt" ICH. Did the best I could when I got back but they were too far gone
Most of the tank died, except those corys.
Restocked and learned more about quarantine.
So now I am a fish addict, 2 tanks in the living room of my house and no hope in sight. I am constantly checking the water, watching my new setup mature and dreaming of a tank wall in my new house when I get one.
HELP? I got a bad case of tropical addiction.
Each person steps to the mic and tells how they got hooked on fish. In turn we will comfort and console with coffee and conjecture.
[Approaches Microphone]
Hello, my name is Matthew and I have been addicted to fish keeping for 10 plus years now. It started out innocently enough, a 10 gallon with a couple feeders. No big thing right? They lived for quite a while.
From there it went to a 20 gallon with assorted Tropicals (This is before the internet, so big fish small tank abuse and lack of knowlege) still I was not hooked. I thought it was a phase.
Started watching the fish more than the TV. Started the slide downhill.
From there I started thinking about larger tanks. I could feel the urge for a bigger fix. It was bad man, months of "Do I get a 35g hex or a long 40g? Sand or gravel?"
It got dicey for a while but I couldn't resist.
At the time I was still living at home, and disposable income leads to bad things.
Bam, nice 35 hex. Balas didn't like it but it's all that I could fit.
The 35 found it's way into my apartment, my wife is understanding of my addictions, cars and fish....The apartment was small, and I needed a bigger tank.
Started researching and found out I needed to move those balas ASAP.
Rented a house, had the room for something bigger!!!
This is where it all went to hell.
Found an ad online. 55&75 gallon setup $250. Must sell, need cash.
"Honey, I am going to pick up a 55 gallon tank from some guy online in Pennsylvania for the new house. It's a 3 foot wide tank" Figuring I'd sell the 75 and break even.
I get there and he has a nice 55 and a 75 top and bottom breeding setup for sale. Nice but I was in a tropical nut's basement, he had tanks all over and needed cash bad.
What's that? A 5 foot wide tank on a stand in the corner?
"Hey, is that one for sale?"
Like a diamond in the rough I saw the potential thought the grey film and beat up metal stand. Oxyclean and razors would make it presentable, I am sure of it.
Zero resistance on my part, and I caved.
So I show up at my house with a 110 and my wife gives me that look.

"Honey, it was the same price as the ones I went for, I swear"
"That tank is soo gross inside, will it ever come clean?"
3 days of cleaning later and a veneer surround and the wife was like "That thing is alot bigger than I thought, but it's really cool now that it's set up and everything"
Hours of research online, dozens of gallons transferred, 2 weeks of cycling, anticipation and the balas were on the way to the new house.
They died a month later when I stocked the tank with some fish from a LFS and went away on business. I get a call in Vegas "Matt, the fish are not looking good. They look like they rolled in salt" ICH. Did the best I could when I got back but they were too far gone

Most of the tank died, except those corys.
Restocked and learned more about quarantine.
So now I am a fish addict, 2 tanks in the living room of my house and no hope in sight. I am constantly checking the water, watching my new setup mature and dreaming of a tank wall in my new house when I get one.
HELP? I got a bad case of tropical addiction.