|Water, water everywhere|
I am starting to believe that Murphy must be a distant relative of mine. You know Murphy, the guy from Murphy’s Law, which states that if anything can go wrong it will. I won’t attempt to research the actual Murphy associated with this law because there are many opinions and many stories. Let’s just say that whoever he is, he must be a relative of mine.
After spending three days visiting relatives in Florida with the usual minor irritations like late flights and Floridian flu, we started our return trip simply enough, although arriving back during Washington D.C. rush hour was a poorly planned decision. 2 ½” hours later, we walked in the door ready to hit the hay. The only problem was that the hay in this case, was in a sense, under water.
Our 55-gallon fish tank had, while we were traveling, sprung a pretty good leak. Ever had your feet squish as you walk? (50 or so gallons of water will do that) Ever had to rush around trying to find someone with a spare fish tank to save the underwater creatures that were soon to become land animals? Ever had it rain in your basement, when it’s not raining outside?
After several hours, wet vacs and fish transfers, we survived, albeit a little worse for wear. The fish swam in an interim habitat. We slept.
The next day, I purchased my husband’s 2012 Christmas present…a new fish tank and stand. (The old stand and tank now reside at the county dump)
Just like the Aesop’s fables there is a moral to this story.
Never, ever put your faith in a 25 year old fish tank filled with 55 gallons of water because…
You can't trust water: Even a straight stick turns crooked in it.
~ W. C. Fields