with the help of children of course...
i love my tanks, they're wonderful, relaxing and quite a joy, and normally require little maintanence...i spend two day working, come home to find, some super fragranced bubbly stuff in one tank...(what hearty gold fish i have, they lived)we found an empty can of lysol spray, and the other one had globs of food and a funky, slimy, something icky and gross covering the entire ground and plants...
so last night i spent breaking down three tanks,completely cleaning and packing away the five gallon, adding another room for our hamster with the ten gallon, and cleaning the fifty five gallon out for almost three hours(The groddy, slimy, funky one) and am now down to just the fifty five gallon(the gold fish are now happy) with doubled up angel fish(they're suprisingly getting along). and then my old grumpy angel whose been happy in his tank with his buddy the pacosamus for years...
but what is is about children and tanks, well, children and the levels of stress they create in general; that make us want the damn little things, even when they have you ready to wring their necks, lock them in a closet and forget about them, you still have the desire to hug them, spoil them and give them yummy strawberry and bannana waffles with fresh fruit and yogurt for breakfast?
is this the curse of mommyhoood, or my mother's ancient curse "what you do, your children will do three times worse"
so what do your children do that make you feel homicidal?