I have no idea how I’m still awake and I’m COMPLETELY not sure why I’m taking the time to write a post when I’m about two seconds from my face becoming one with my keyboard; I guess I just wanted to share my ridiculous, self-induced afternoon and the results of what I put myself through.
Let me start with why this even became a task for me:
I have fish tanks, for those of you who are still joining us for the first time and maybe haven’t had a chance to read the pet biography pages:
I originally started out with a 1 gallon fish tank when I brought home several baby fish from my second job at the pet store. Then the baby fish got too big for the 1 gallon fish tank, so I took advantage of a sale at said job and got myself 10 gallon tank for $20. Unfortunately, my baby fish did not handle the switch very well and passed away. This was a little heartbreaking, since I had raised them from pups, annnnd also frustrating because I had just purchased this tank and now had nothing in it. However, unbeknownst to me, it appears our house has old enough pipes, that when I was limited to getting water from the UPSTAIRS bathroom, I was inadvertently exposing my fish to heavy metals. Thus, I killed them. Again, heartbreaking, but I at least felt better that it wasn’t necessarily something I had done, just needed to become more educated about. After discovering this and concocting a potion to fix said problem, I now have a tank that works. (Let me know if you have this problem, as I can easily suggest a quick and inexpensive fix!). I now have fish (way more guppies than I ever wanted, thanks customer that can’t tell the difference between a male and female guppy!) and a snail and even a frog that seems to be doing pretty well.
I also have a 5 gallon tank, that houses my Green Spotted Puffer, Winston. Winston is very special to me, in the few short months I’ve known him, he’s actually proven to be very intelligent, fierce and resilient despite my numerous attempts of unwitting homicide. Although I had done my research on Winston’s brethren, I was and still am fairly inexperienced in their care. I am still grasping the concept of proper salinity and the fact I need to be vigilant about water changes as he’s in a tank that will eventually be too small for him. And he’s really good at pooping. Combine those three not being taken care of and you have a very sick fish. Which I found out last month, when Winston was nearly knocking on his tank sides to get my attention he wasn’t feeling good. I have upped my game and thankfully he’s still with us. I should have realized he’d be a fighter from the moment I met him though, as he was waiting patiently at Wal-Mart for someone to find him. WAL-MART! Don’t even get me started. I might have my fish in a small tank, but at LEAST I know he’s taken care of and he looks infinitely better than he did there. I have witnesses.
Anyway, this long and very drawn out, insomnia forced story has a point–ish?
I had a desk that I had my tanks on, but it wasn’t in the most ideal of places. The desk had just fit into a dormer in my room which had been fine for my computer and homework, but add the tanks and it became less so. It was hard to reach the tank to siphon or do full water changes and once I added Winston, I couldn’t see parts of my tank to make sure everyone was ok and there was nothing strange going on. So I purchased this:
It was on sale and although it did NOT match my room decor, I figured it would be easy enough to paint it and make it work.
Holy crap, how wrong was I?
This piece of **** must have had EVERY water resistant paint, lacquer and sealant known to man used on it. AND IT’S PARTICLE BOARD! I sanded that sucker within an inch of it’s life but every paint my Dad tried on it peeled off or crackled. I had talked him into painting some designs on it to make it go even more with my room, but it took over a month just to find a paint that STUCK to the damn thing! It ended up accepting a spray paint, sort of, which, if you bump into it, flakes off or scratches, but whatever. At least it’s the “heirloom” white I was hoping for. Took three months, but hey, it’s up now.
My Dad has requested I never buy another one of these again.
Long story short (not really), once it became clear it was actually going to work and be put together, I had to figure out how I was going to get it into my room. Although I love my room, and it’s technically the biggest in the house, space is an issue. I have a few pieces I got for my apartment three or four years ago that I wanted to take with me when I moved back in with my parents, so that does chew up wall space. I sat down last night and devised a potential set-up that required me to be heavy-handed with what I intended to keep. This afternoon after we got home from lunch, I got to work and rearranged all but two pieces of furniture in my room. By myself. Single-handedly. On my own. And boy am I going to pay for it later. I don’t think my right bicep has stopped twitching for at least an hour. Although I doubt it’s considered Feng-Shui, I’m happy with the results.
I have to be, or, as Jack Sparrow once said, “I hope everyone saw that, because I will not be doing it, again.”
It might not be the prettiest set up to most people, but at least now it’s more conducive to my fish being cared for. I’m less afraid of it breaking this than I was the desk as the stand is a little sturdier than the desk was. I can also reach my window again, which is a joyous experience now that it’s getting warmer and warmer up here.
AND, this is exciting for me and hopefully will be for my pigs too; now that I’ve moved my computer/TV to the other side of the room. The pigs have the whole wall to themselves!
Excuse the clutter, I had to choose which side of the room (I almost spelled tomb, subliminal? I think so) to finish first, so they got a quick vacuum and I’ll get to it sometime tomorrow. This will be more exciting in the next however many weeks because I will be upgrading them (hopefully they consider it an upgrade) to a C&C cage, or my own version if I can find the right materials.
I would love to make one just like this for them, but even with the newly acquired square footage, I don’t think it’ll be possible. I will of course make a top for it, as we have dogs in the house that don’t understand little fuzzy things are for looking at, not munching on. It looks insanely simple, but I have to make sure if I make it myself that the grids are not too wide for them to get their heads stuck in. Buddha may be smart enough to stay away from that, but Dharma– is a special flower. She does what she does and doesn’t really think about it. How do I know this?
She’s knocked their water bottle off the cage 4+ times a night, every night for the last month. I don’t know what she’s trying to tell me, but she’s grounded.
I know there’s a lot of people out their that probably think I’m a nut for the amount of time and money I put into my animals (I think I’m related to at least two of them). They’re right. I am a nut, but at least I’m a happy nut. They bring me joy and if I can give that back to them in any amount, whether by letting them stretch their legs outside for a grassy snack, chop their veggies into chewable bites or make sure they have enough space to be happy, then I’ll do it. I may fall behind on clean-up or playtime, but I do try (I think) and it is important to me.
Had to get some Faith love in there, somewhere.
Ok. I think I’ve wasted enough time on here. I congratulate you if you actually read the post and didn’t just look at the pictures. I don’t blame if you did, I might too, but I figured I had to have worked half my weight in sweat off this afternoon trying to get the majority of this furniture moving done. Might as well share my accomplishments.
I’m not very good at finishing things and when I do, it’s a milestone, so why not celebrate? Everyone pack your bags, we’re going to Disney World!
I need sleep!