The Life Aquatic at 517

Woody's 75-gallon fish tank has been home to a veritable menagerie of exotic things -- in its first incarnation it held his high school letter jacket (sigh...to be the type of person who enjoys Grease references...if you do, maybe get away from our blog), a moldering fedora and 3 inches (or more) of blown-in insulation, in its second incarnation for our rehearsal dinner it held this:


Yes, those are figures from:

1. Doom
2. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
3. random reptilia/puppies

A closer look at the sweet symbiotic relationship these guys enjoyed:


Finally, the 75-gallon's gypsy existence has come to a happy end. And all our strapping (and less strapping) friends could not be happier, as she bestowed hernias on anyone foolhardy enough to try to help Woody push/pull/lift/shove her.

A few days ago Woody filled her up with the teeming water of B'ton and got our fish palace started. I tried to persuade him to make it a lobster tank like at the food store but, once again, I was shot down. Instead, we chose the most exotic of sea life...gold fish:

At 13 cents a piece, we bought a Sea Monkey colony's worth:

They seem like happy enough little guys. We've only had one go down the long watery swish into the light.