When I had a lubbock's wrasse, without word of lie or exaggeration, it was six months before I caught even a fleeting glimpse of him. I had long given up on him as dead. I had tried to make my rockwork nice with holes and caves, but I had no idea it was that effective. Soooo .... I say don't give up hope. Six months! Totally ridiculous...
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-- Tony
My next hobby will be flooding my basement while repeatedly banging my head against a brick wall and tearing up $100 bills. Whee!
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