Okay, first, the bad news.
I’ve had 2 deaths, and they were horrible. HORRIBLE.
Since I have the new 40 gallon tank up and running (more on that in a bit), I put the 10 gallon tank downstairs so the kids could have a couple of betta fish. We spent time deciding what type of betta, how to best divide the tank, how to decorate, etc. We cycled. We did our proper due diligence. We spent way too much money. And it was beautiful. Let’s preface this by saying it’s a tank for a 9 year old (HOW THE FUCK IS HE GOING TO BE 9 IN 6 FUCKING DAYS HOLY FUCKING BALLS) and a 6 year old, so the idea was to keep it simple so they could eventually take care of it themselves.
On the left you will see Smaug’s home complete with gold nuggets, a treasure chest, a busted up castle, charred plants and scorched earth. Plant’s on fire, yo. On the right, you will see Lily’s abode with treasure clam shell, sparkling jewels, lush, silky and plastic-y foliage and an umbrella of genuine dwarf water lettuce. Bellisimo.
Smaug was named after the famous dragon and Lily is a girl’s name even though Robin knows he’s a boy. Lily was a good fit anyway, he was beautiful, as was Smaug. We bought them, along with a betta for me, on Friday, along with all of the goodies to go into the tank. Total somewhere around $180. I know, right? “What the hell did you buy at the pet store?”
Four days later they were dead. Motherfucker.
Tank parameters were spot on. I racked my brain all day and as a family, we came to the conclusion that it was the gravel and or the decorations. Aquarium gravel toxic? No way! Yes way. In the most horrible yes way. When I was rinsing out the 20 lbs of black gravel, my hands were stained black. This has never, ever happened before and I’ve bought tons of gravel over the years. I washed until everything ran clear. Same thing with the gold gravel. So much glimmering water. It took me about an hour to rinse them both. My first reaction was holy shit, I can’t use this, but instead of listening to my gut reaction, I listened to whatever dumb ass part of me said “it’s made for aquariums, it’s not going to do anything!” There was also glitter in the tank which I believe came from the treasure chest. This is all just the dumbest fucking shit ever. HOW DUMB OF ME TO PUT AQUARIUM GRAVEL IN THE FUCKING AQUARIUM. WHAT A DUMB SHIT TO PUT AQUARIUM DECORATIONS INTO THE AQUARIUM. To be fair, no where does it say that I am supposed to add fish to an aquarium, so there’s that.
The kids were not upset as much as they were disappointed. They didn’t blame me even though I blame myself. Josh was the most upset as he has had his heart set on a Smaug for weeks. We searched for WEEKS. Weeks might as well have been years in kid (and overly excited Mom) terms.
My guilt is compounded because my betta is still alive. Meet Zenith:
He wasn’t in the poison tank, obviously. He’s in the main tank actually, in a mesh box. Gabrielle is going crazy because she has a crush on him. He’s beautiful. My guilt is tremendous, though. In a way, I wish he had died, too. That way it wouldn’t have been my fault, but that they were sick before we got them. Or, if anything, because it would be fair somehow that all the fish died. Crazy, I know. I don’t wish him dead, but I do wish this guilt would go away.
Everything is out of the tank; heater, filter, tank and thermometer have been rinsed with boiling water. The media was thrown away. New substrate, new media (from the 40 gallon) and a re-cycling of the tank. I need to get some carbon to make sure any residual death is taken out. Once it’s cycled again, I’m going to put a little tetra in it for a week to see if it dies. That makes me sound like a monster. I don’t really know what else to do, though.
On the upside, I haven’t killed any of my fish and my new tank looks great. I’m working on Zenith’s tank so I hope he’ll be in his tank by the end of the week.