flower
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Okay...the funny landlady story:
Some have heard this story before….but I submit it here for the telling because folks want to hear it. I call it the mystery leak. This is the story of my 30g long freshwater tanks, that I had 25 years ago.
I lived in Chicago in an apartment building. One night when I got home from work I noticed something was wrong with my 30g long fish tanks. I had two, each stacked on top of the other… resting on one of those metal frame stands. The top tank was half full, and the bottom tank was filled to the brim and almost splashing over the rim. The floor was dry, I couldn’t find the leak. I refilled the upper tank and watched…nothing…no leak. It had to have leaked and went to the bottom tank but how???? Also why didn’t the bottom tank overflow??? I thought maybe the water on the floor evaporated through the day…if it happened early enough after I left for work…maybe. Needless to say the fish got ich, I lost a few…I had to treat them. I would wake up in the middle of the night and check the tank…still full and running smoothly.
3 months go by…and it happened again! Just like the first time….. Still no water on the floor, the bottom tank almost overflowed, and the top tank half full. The fish would just die…not all of them but quite a few. I couldn’t afford another tank, and why 3 months before it happened again? Was it the HOB filter?...No, I checked and rechecked…I was going crazy trying to figure it out…what was doing it?
This weird cycle went on for the two years I lived in that place. Sometimes it would go 5 months before the half tank syndrome would strike again, and I just couldn’t figure it out. I lost so many fish, I was about to give up a few times.
Then the day came for us to move….I broke down the top tank, certain that I would find the answer to my mystery leak with it empty…. but I didn’t see any cracks, nothing to explain why it would leak and only once in a blue moon…
Then, as I continued on to break down the lower tank, I hear my elderly land lady running down the stairs…she was in such a rush she nearly fell…. and she was shouting to me….”don’t throw out the fish water! It makes my berries grow so beautiful!” That’s right folks…the old lady was stealing my fish water, and she was too old to replenish the top tank, so she filled the lower one to the brim. Being old was her only defense and it saved her life at that moment.