Can I butt in to a moment of your time, and tell a perilous true life story here...
On Friday, I made a special tank for Obi Wan, (my tropical snail) and I moved him into it. I did this because I had to Aquascape the tank he was in before, and I had to get him out, so that I didn't kill him in the process of laying rock, and driftwood.
That tank was a 30 gallon and the one I moved him into was a 10 gallon. On top of the 30 is a light, and it's always kept him from crawling out. On the then there is nothing, so I tried to rig something over it, but I couldn't find anything that would fit. I was nervous, and worried, because Obi Wan isn't one to just sit around and act like a typical snail. He goes mobile and he goes greyhound. He is fast, needless to say. Well, I figured that he'd never go out of the water, so I didn't really worry.
The rain poured down outside, as the dark sky loomed through my big double window as I proceeded to work on the job at hand.(<<foreshadowing) I finished the job but left Obi Wan in the ten gallon to let the Nitrite balance out in the 30 with fish for some days. Well, I went out today for a long time, like 4 hours, and when I came home I had a terrible feeling. We left the restaurant in the middle of the meal because I was so mad at this dumb thing Dave said. We got home, and for some reason I was nervous and I was drawn to the ten gallon tank while David was messing with the air pump in the 30. I couldn't see him so I looked about the tank quickly......NOTHING! I rushed to look at the backside of the tank to where he'd fallen to, and I pried him from the edge of the table where he hung for dear life, and I rushed him back to the water. I was concerned about how long he'd been out, because he is a water snail, and being out too long will kill them. My worst fears began to seem more real. He looked dead, he remained afloat, and he didn't move. He had shit that looked like his poop and guts hanging off of him. It looked bad. I became inconsolable.
I looked like Obi Wan did when Qui Gon died, in the movie. I was crying and hovering over the tank. I balled and was so upset with myself that I'd killed my snail. I cried and prayed and was asking 'please no' and being so upset as I watch air bubbles rise from under his shell. I chanted and begged no, and I cried.
Just after about 5 minutes of this, I was still not letting him go in my heart. I knew he had to be alive....
I just begged him to come back, and he floated still. I sat in front of the tank crying, but just feeling weak. I felt something though. I felt him still Alive. I looked up and his antenna started to slowly emerge. He started to stretch out his arm. He started to expand his tissue with moisture again, and he started to move.
HE WAS ALIVE!
I moved him in a bowl of water to the other tank right away, and now he is trying to recover. He crawled over to an area where he could get to the glass, and has just latched on, and has not moved since. He is in shock, but I think he'll be okay. I am so grateful, and happy. I am indebt to the powers that be.
Okay, so don't make fun of me. I love my snail. I've had him for a year and he is the best snail that has ever lived.
I am going to show more fish tank photos, along with Photos of the Star Wars museum exhibit at my local Art Museum on here too, so brace yourself.
On Friday, I made a special tank for Obi Wan, (my tropical snail) and I moved him into it. I did this because I had to Aquascape the tank he was in before, and I had to get him out, so that I didn't kill him in the process of laying rock, and driftwood.
That tank was a 30 gallon and the one I moved him into was a 10 gallon. On top of the 30 is a light, and it's always kept him from crawling out. On the then there is nothing, so I tried to rig something over it, but I couldn't find anything that would fit. I was nervous, and worried, because Obi Wan isn't one to just sit around and act like a typical snail. He goes mobile and he goes greyhound. He is fast, needless to say. Well, I figured that he'd never go out of the water, so I didn't really worry.
The rain poured down outside, as the dark sky loomed through my big double window as I proceeded to work on the job at hand.(<<foreshadowing) I finished the job but left Obi Wan in the ten gallon to let the Nitrite balance out in the 30 with fish for some days. Well, I went out today for a long time, like 4 hours, and when I came home I had a terrible feeling. We left the restaurant in the middle of the meal because I was so mad at this dumb thing Dave said. We got home, and for some reason I was nervous and I was drawn to the ten gallon tank while David was messing with the air pump in the 30. I couldn't see him so I looked about the tank quickly......NOTHING! I rushed to look at the backside of the tank to where he'd fallen to, and I pried him from the edge of the table where he hung for dear life, and I rushed him back to the water. I was concerned about how long he'd been out, because he is a water snail, and being out too long will kill them. My worst fears began to seem more real. He looked dead, he remained afloat, and he didn't move. He had shit that looked like his poop and guts hanging off of him. It looked bad. I became inconsolable.
I looked like Obi Wan did when Qui Gon died, in the movie. I was crying and hovering over the tank. I balled and was so upset with myself that I'd killed my snail. I cried and prayed and was asking 'please no' and being so upset as I watch air bubbles rise from under his shell. I chanted and begged no, and I cried.
Just after about 5 minutes of this, I was still not letting him go in my heart. I knew he had to be alive....
I just begged him to come back, and he floated still. I sat in front of the tank crying, but just feeling weak. I felt something though. I felt him still Alive. I looked up and his antenna started to slowly emerge. He started to stretch out his arm. He started to expand his tissue with moisture again, and he started to move.
HE WAS ALIVE!
I moved him in a bowl of water to the other tank right away, and now he is trying to recover. He crawled over to an area where he could get to the glass, and has just latched on, and has not moved since. He is in shock, but I think he'll be okay. I am so grateful, and happy. I am indebt to the powers that be.
Okay, so don't make fun of me. I love my snail. I've had him for a year and he is the best snail that has ever lived.
I am going to show more fish tank photos, along with Photos of the Star Wars museum exhibit at my local Art Museum on here too, so brace yourself.
