Last night I looked under and through my rocks to the back of my tank where my gBTA has chosen to take up residency. Oh no. It doesn't look good. Look through the bottom glass by contorting my head over my protien skimmer until I'm about to pass out. Confirmation. It really really doesn't look good this time. It has had days where it looks *great* and others where it has really looked quite sad but this is it for sure.
Test the ammonia, I think it is dead. It is stuck to the outside of the baffle (on a solid piece) but it is slumped down, completely deflated. I think I see its mouth hanging inside out. Ammo tests the most perfect 0 I've ever seen. Brand new test kit so I know it is ok.
I decide to leave the little bugger in there because getting it off the wall would just be traumatic for it anyway.
I wake up this morning and go to look for said BTA. Gone. I can't see it through the holes in the rock. I look under the tank in the same goofy position as last night trying to get a glimpse of it... nothing. *sigh*
No WAIT! There it is! It is HUGE (a good 7" across) standing on the side of the baffle about 1/2 way up the tank (12" off the bottom). It looks great! I take a piece of krill and hand it to him with tongs. He takes it greadily and eats it. This is the first time I've been able to feed it because it has been too hard to get to in its cave.
What in heaven's name is going on? I look in the tank each time I go in to the living room waiting to see if it is alive or dead. Each time I look it is on one extreme or the other of the spectrum.
This has been such an emotional roller coaster. I definitely wasn't prepared for this. Are they all this volitile? I keep hoping he'll settle in but 2 weeks in the tank and now he's on the move again (spent 2w in one spot) and he still spends every other day looking like it will be his last. Literally every other day. Crazy.
Anemones: Not for the faint of heart.
Test the ammonia, I think it is dead. It is stuck to the outside of the baffle (on a solid piece) but it is slumped down, completely deflated. I think I see its mouth hanging inside out. Ammo tests the most perfect 0 I've ever seen. Brand new test kit so I know it is ok.
I decide to leave the little bugger in there because getting it off the wall would just be traumatic for it anyway.
I wake up this morning and go to look for said BTA. Gone. I can't see it through the holes in the rock. I look under the tank in the same goofy position as last night trying to get a glimpse of it... nothing. *sigh*
No WAIT! There it is! It is HUGE (a good 7" across) standing on the side of the baffle about 1/2 way up the tank (12" off the bottom). It looks great! I take a piece of krill and hand it to him with tongs. He takes it greadily and eats it. This is the first time I've been able to feed it because it has been too hard to get to in its cave.
What in heaven's name is going on? I look in the tank each time I go in to the living room waiting to see if it is alive or dead. Each time I look it is on one extreme or the other of the spectrum.
This has been such an emotional roller coaster. I definitely wasn't prepared for this. Are they all this volitile? I keep hoping he'll settle in but 2 weeks in the tank and now he's on the move again (spent 2w in one spot) and he still spends every other day looking like it will be his last. Literally every other day. Crazy.
Anemones: Not for the faint of heart.