Weekend Woe's...

     After the initial shock of what had happened yesterday, everything we had been doing for the past week and absolutely no good nutrition for a week, Chris and I woke up feeling as though a Mack truck had plowed into us and just kept rolling. Chris had a sore throat and thought it was because of siphoning the calcium-filled water from the 90 but, when I stated my throat was sore we determined that we were just sick.  


     Chris had to go off for a tux fitting with his brother for his brother's wedding later on this summer so it was just me and the kids alone with the tank. That pretty much meant at the point that we were all just going to look at it and do nothing else. I could barely move my fingers they were so sore from the holes and gashes in them from those damned tube worms. 


     A few hours later Chris came back home and him and his brother finished gluing all the pipes downstairs so that we no longer had any leaks in the basement. 


     We lost the anthia's for sure. We never really knew where they went after we pulled them from the tank. Our unicorn tang is holding on to it's very last leg which has our youngest daughter very upset. She named him Elvis some time ago and this was her favorite. There are a few other little frags that we definitely lost (I'm unsure of the names) and it's not looking to good for our chalice either...this is not going to be pretty. 


     Sunday morning we woke up feeling a little better.


     Our plans for the day were to go to Chris' father's house to work on his tank so, it was actually kind of nice to get away from ours for a while...away from watching it. We played in Emery's tank and worked on some more rock work and cement :) No disasters with this tank move! Thank goodness!  


     When we arrived home late Sunday night we discovered that Elvis had indeed not made it through the turmoil as well as a few more corals. We lost our green birdsnest (for the second fucking time!) which pisses me off to no end because this was my favorite piece. I'll tell ya, it's going to be another long hard road watching some of these corals go. I just keep telling Chris we'll get them back again. He's very upset about some of them, and I can't blame him. He waited for months for some of these and then babied them just to have them grow a few inches to accidentally burn them during what should have been such a fun adventure for us. But, we overcame a crash that we never truly figured out what happened years ago...so, dammit! We'll get through this too! :)


     That night he started putting up the doors to his top and sorta placed the corals in the tank.

     Like I said before, it's going to be a waiting game. After we wait it out and see what's still left, it will be onto the next adventure of rebuilding our reef. We just have to make the best out of a shitty situation. At least he finally got his dream tank. It's a shame that our babies habitat ended up so horribly disrupted but, he'll fix it. He always does :) 


     Until next time...