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There has been a black xanthid crab of some sort stalking my rockwork for the last month. I've only caught a glimpse of him a couple of times, and he looked big enough to be lethal. Furthermore my YLN Butterfly and my Flame angel have both suffered damaged fins in a tank where I have taken great pains to insure that only threat displays are tolerated.
A circumstantial case to be sure, and none of my pets have disappeared yet tonight when my middle son informed me that the suspect was cornered in a puka of my LR I felt compelled to leap into action swiftly snatching the suspects hideout from my tank and subsequently sending a section of my artfully crafted rockwork tumbling into disarray... for this and other things, the offender would soon pay with its life.
Grasping the rock in one hand I tried to pry him from his lair with a deftly wielded bamboo skewer clutched in the other. This only caused him to back in further, almost out of sight and grasp with a strength to which the skewer was unequal. T'was then I made the decision to remove the skewer reverse it with the pointed end now facing forward from whence I thrust it through his shell and into his black predatory crustacean heart, applying a stirring motion in the process ripping the carapace to pieces and insuring the body parts would be easily washed out when I reintroduced the rock into my tank.
Though I know vigilanteism is not the answer in most cases, I never the less know in my heart my tanks inhabitants can now sleep more securely at night, and thus so can I, not to mention I can now get that neon goby I've been holding off getting for fear it would become crab food.
A circumstantial case to be sure, and none of my pets have disappeared yet tonight when my middle son informed me that the suspect was cornered in a puka of my LR I felt compelled to leap into action swiftly snatching the suspects hideout from my tank and subsequently sending a section of my artfully crafted rockwork tumbling into disarray... for this and other things, the offender would soon pay with its life.
Grasping the rock in one hand I tried to pry him from his lair with a deftly wielded bamboo skewer clutched in the other. This only caused him to back in further, almost out of sight and grasp with a strength to which the skewer was unequal. T'was then I made the decision to remove the skewer reverse it with the pointed end now facing forward from whence I thrust it through his shell and into his black predatory crustacean heart, applying a stirring motion in the process ripping the carapace to pieces and insuring the body parts would be easily washed out when I reintroduced the rock into my tank.
Though I know vigilanteism is not the answer in most cases, I never the less know in my heart my tanks inhabitants can now sleep more securely at night, and thus so can I, not to mention I can now get that neon goby I've been holding off getting for fear it would become crab food.
