YOU HAVE TO READ THIS: So funny Quote from Bostonreefers.org (My reef club) a user named "one eye"
"One Eye has done battle with the evil Red Planarian before. He knows he needs to at least triple the recomended dosage of Flatworm Exit. He has a Maxi-Jet 600 equiped with flex hoses for the intake and outlet. He has attached a knee high nylon, color "nude", to the outlet hose. He fires up the Maxi-Jet, uses the flex hose to reach into hard to get spots, sucks up as many of the low life Red Planarian as he can. Pauses, removes the flex hoses from the Maxi-Jet, uses the powerhead to blow water into caves, nooks, crannies, and behind all the rock work. Reattaches the hoses and dives back into the tank to suck up more of the vermon.
Feeling comfortable that he's removed as many nasty little flatworms as possible he shakes the tube of Flatworm Exit (just in case it needs it), he poors 3 cap fulls into a high flow area of the tank (right in front of the return), that is enough treatment for a 270 gallon system(going into a 90 gallon system) looks at the remaining Flatworm Exit. Not much left in that little tube. Says F it and squeezes the rest out. 300 gallon treatment into a 90 gallon system.
The flatworms begin to die off almost immediatly, ignoring the instructions One Eye skipps the carbon for now and reaches back into the tank with his trusted Maxi-Jet firmly in his hands. Hundreds of dead and dieing flatworms are floating through the water, thier dead stinking carcasses are gettting hung up on strands of coral slime (green slimer really slimed!!) He uses the powerhead to suck up as many of the dead little b*stards as he can. He removes the hoses and blows treated water into every nook and cranny, waits, looks, reattaches the hoses and sucks out some more dead flatworms. Now, wait...wait...hold...now! The time is right, add the carbon to the sump!
The tank looks pretty clear, the fight stirred up some sand, but it's settleing down. The powerhead and nylon sock (nude) seemed to have worked very well at capturing the distugting little *&^%$#!
One Eye heads to the shower (it was really pretty gross) washes up, puts on his sweats and fur slippers. He takes a seat next to the tank and has a smoke while looking at the now Red Planarian free tank. He's pleasently surprised that his sps
are opening their polyps, feather dusters are fully open, fish are completely unaffected, and pods
are doing...well...what pods
do. The clams are happy as clams, the crabs are trying to yank the snails out of their shell, and the snails are trying not to let the crabs pull them from their shells.
For the flatworms, the body count is in the hundreds, possibly thousands. The dead have been layed in a mass, pantyhose, grave.
All looks peaceful.......for now!"