Crazy Suicidal Clowns

[Noj]

I didn't know who else to tell, so you guys get my story. I doubt my roommates would find any amusement in it.

Earlier today I was glueing some frags to chunks of live rock, everything was going smoothe. My two percula's find enjoyment in nipping at me everytime my hand touches water. No big deal, just took a while to get used to. So I mounted my 4 frags and put the frogspawn back into place in front of the clowns "cave". They didn't quite enjoy this and their attacks on me began to get more aggressive as I tried to position the piece. After I finished, the female was still circling around the top of the water. I put the glass covers back over the tank and when I was putting on the front half, she jumped at me, SMOKED her head on the glass, knocking it off the runners and sent the glass cover for a swim into the tank. I thought it was amusing, except I had to go into the tank AGAIN to get the glass. I did, I got bit. Right between my thumb and fore finger. Flesh wound, no blood, but took some skin. So I rinse off the glass, and put it back up. I left the glass about 3 inches from the front edge of the tank, to keep the condensation down. Now, I'm wiping up the excess water on the edge of the tank with a rag and just as my hand crosses the middle section the glass "Tina" (the female clown, obviously) comes FLYING out of the tank, completely misses my hand, shoots up in the air about 10 inches and starts her free fall to a cold, hardwood floor. I almost hit panic mode. In my flailing attempt at saving her, I drop the rag (half in the water, half out) and with my hockey background I jump infront of her, she hits my chest square on, and then I grab the bottom of my shirt and she slides into the pouch i've created and layed lifeless. As fast as this is happening, I became "instant dumb". I launched her out of my shirt (like when you're younger and you have the parachute with the ball in the middle and launch it into the air) shes now flying through the air again, with less velocity of course this time, but makes a perfect landing missing all glass pieces and drops gracefully back into the tank.

I catch my breath, assess the situation, realize my "creative stupidity". Then, the only thing left to do was laugh, sweat and dry myself.

Now my question for everyone. Does my clown hate me enough to go on suicide missions? And if so, should I make her a little dunce cap to wear whenever shes bad?

Sorry for the long, drawn out story. I'm sure many of you have similar stories, but I just had to tell someone, anyone!

-Cam

PS- If you were wondering, shes doing just fine. But still seems a bit PO'd at me.


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