So we're up and getting around this morning, checking out the critters after last nights acclimation. Every seems to be doing quite well.
We saw a molt from one of the peppermint shrimp...pretty cool looking.
So while the Mrs. is drying her hair, I notice one of the antennae from either the Fire or the Cleaner shrimp poking out of the rock near the back glass....
THEN...I see a very dark small tail fin......and MY WHOLE LIFE FLASHED BEFORE MY EYES!!!!!!!!! Well not really...but I KNEW that tail didn't belong to the cleaner.
So I get the flashlight because the lights are still on dawn, and shine it in between a couple rocks, and guess who sticks his head around the rock and probably stuck his tongue out at me??
YEP...IT'S GEORGE!!!! (George is the name of the first mantis shrimp we saw in our tank when it was cycling. SO NOW....
I'm going nuts...screaming at my wife, she runs to see him but he's gone back in the rock he peered around. I hurriedly take a rubbermaid tote that was next to the stand, it has some salt water in it from yesterdays acclimation process...and I grab the rock that I saw him go into (taking the two hermits I saw on it and one snail off and putting them back in the tank...) and put it in the tote...then I get my flower water pot and turn the rock over and there is a HUGE hole in it, and I can see George laying at the bottom of the hole. I pour the fresh water down into it and he comes running out like his ass fin is on fire!!!
SO NOW WHAT??? LFS's around here that are open on Sunday don't open until 1pm.....I don't want to kill him.
So there is a ten gallon tank sitting on the table between the two chairs in our bedroom. It still has about 1/2 water in it from when we got Gracie (The OTHER mantis shrimp) out a few weeks ago. EUREKA!!! I got to get this done quick.
I setup the Tetra power filter on it, put in another two gallons of water and a heater....I grab the sea salt and mix in about a pound and a half...but that isn't enough current going. SO...I quickly drive to our local Wal Mart and grab a 170gph powerhead. Put in about an inch of sand, and grab one of the pieces of Marshal rock that is in the 40 gallon tank...get that going. By the time I get back from Wal Mart the Mrs. has stirred the salt in so it's a cloudy mess, like the tank was when we started the 40 gallon.
I pour the remaining water that is in the tote with George into the 10 gallon, and as of this moment, he's sitting right next to the piece of Marshal rock Oh I know he's stressed, but hey...this shrimp made it through five weeks of cycling with the 40 gallon tank, and he lived. He made it through about two hours of us searching for him, then thinking that Gracie probably took care of him...and NOW HE SHOWS HIS HEAD AGAIN!!!
Well........if he makes it through this...we might as well keep him. If he wants to be here THAT BAD...then we'll just make a home for him!!!!
So thats the adventure for this morning.........talk about putting your stomach in your throat!!!