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![]() While Cleaning a 8' long tank that was in a wall for someone the tank had not been cleaned in over two months I had a good crash. There was so much crap in the back room that you clean the tank from you could not even set up a ladder to Reach in the tank. Instead you'd stand on a 3 inch wide ledge. Long story short ledge got wet I slipped dislocated shoulder And caught the head of a screw on my way down on my stomach and cut it open about 6 inches. Never cleaned that tank again lol.
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#2
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![]() In about February I was walking outside while carrying egg crate. I had my fingers thru individual holes on one hand and slipped on the ice. Everyone of my fingers on my right hand was sliced open and gushing blood.
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![]() Oh man, I've had a few good ones along the way...
1) Had my first run in with a hammer coral during the first couple of months in the hobby (was actually looking after a friend's tank). While I was cleaning the tank the hammer was going all sweeper happy, which of course wrapped around my hand. Didn't think anything of it at the time but an hour later I had 4 blistered lash marks around my hand that stayed for almost 1.5 months - last time I had a marine sting like that was when I got tangled up in a lion's man jelly while diving. Surprised a hammer could still like that? I sure as hell was! I handled that hammer many times after and never had that happen again. 2) I have a handy-dandy foot switch for turning a pump on and off in my water change bucket so that I don't have to lift big buckets of water. Stick the hose in the tank, tap the footswitch and fill. Easy as pie. That is until you're not paying attention, pour a gallon of saltwater on the footswitch, zap the **** out of yourself and, in the process of falling backward, spray gallons of saltwater around the living room because the pump is still running. Footswitch is now waterproof with a killswitch... 3) Too many bristleworm encounters to count, but I'll always remember the epic wrestling match with a 12" bristle worm who refused to let go of the rock (I picked a 5 lb rock up out of the tank using the worm). When he finally let go of the rock, I lost my grip on him and he flipped back and landed in the rubber glove I was wearing. He was laughing but I got the last laugh as he swirled around the porcelain fish tank. 4) Sliced my hand open on fresh cut glass. 5) While screwing my new DIY LED fixture together my screw driver slipped and stabbed me in the hand. |
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![]() Hm. I'm pretty careful when I'm around my fish tanks.
![]() I like the stories, though. I've heard that the Lion fish poison is excruciating.. that really sucks, Anthony. |
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![]() Injured pride here too
Right after our new carpet was installed, I tested my brand-new sump and a bulkhead leaked quite a bit of RO on the floor Had to tear down the sump room to roll back and dry out the carpet, underlay and ply floor At least it wasn't salty |
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![]() My wallet
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#8
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![]() Quote:
And no, unlike Anthony, I hate being zapped with a passion... probably because I am the son of an electrician and had a grandfather who would rustle up fishing worms using an old telephone dynamo... which had a wire that would constantly fall off... which I would jump in to fix... as my grandfather would wait patiently until I was holding both ends of the wire and... ZAP! And people wonder why I'm weird.... ![]() |
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![]() Steve, what's the setup ?
Link it - start a DIY ... ![]() |
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![]() While fragging, I stepped off what I thought was the last step on the step-ladder. It wasn't. I went for a good spill along with a bowl of frags.
I was cleaning the glass when my A-hole of a stocky pink anthias jumped out and hit me in the face (not making this up)... In a mad scramble I threw him back in the tank. The day earlier I was fishing for him with a trap/net/hook because he demolished every other anthias in the tank (4 other stocky pinks and 5 lyretail). |