never mind that task thing(right)
i will now tell you the curse of the e in pleco
it is known to be a superstition that if you spell pleco like that your pleco will jump out of your tank and die.
so some people spell it pl*co, i don't worry about my pleco jumping out because i have a cover over my tank so he can't jump out.
by plecostomaz Ever-So-Slightly is in the Newspaper It was a normal Thursday evening. Ever-So(fish) was sipping his coffee in hi favorite chair reading the newspaper. All the normal stuff was in the Thursday Milwaukee Aquarium Post - you know - like how a school of fish disappeared, how Phil Quinton should be put out of office, and how a massive diver destroyed one town in Aquatic City. Well - it was all normal until Ever-So read the entertainment section. There, in the entertainment section (specifically in the OuttaSight column) was Ever-So's name. It's gotta be a coincidence, he thought - but, how many Ever-So-Slightly's are there in the world?? (Only me, according to Alta-Vista) Well - it's gotta just be a coincidence. Oh my goodness! It it me - there's a picture! It says I have my own webpage! Webpage? No one ever told me I had a webpage! I didn't know fish could even have a webpage! Well, I'd better check this one
i got this from another site it doesn't make muck sense to me!?!? 
I went down to my fish room one morning about a week ago and, to my horror, one of my prized Altum Angelfish lay on the floor. He (or she) was dried up, dusty, and apparently quite dead. I thought "What the heck" and put it in its tank. I held its mouth to the filter outflow and gently squeezed its gills about once every 2 seconds. After about 5 minutes I gave up and let it float. I was pondering the situation when it shook just a bit. It wasn't breathing but my enthusiasm was renewed. I resumed the gill squeeze for another 5 minutes. I stopped to observe it and it was breathing! I went to work feeling I did all I could. I am happy to report he is swimming with his buddies and seems to be recovering nicely. He lost most of his slime and his formerly magnificent fins were too dried out to save. Some fungus and fin rot set in but lots of water changes and a bit of salt pulled him through. He seems healthy now and is eating well. I don't know if the fins will ever grow back but he is still one lucky fish.
by: rob richards I live in Cape Town , South Africa and work for the technical division of one of our local radio stations. I have several fresh water tropical fish tanks at home and one display tank at the radio station. All was well until one of the marble angels at work began to do poorly. The other angels were attacking it and its fins were being shredded. It was a Friday afternoon and I could not bring myself to leave it to suffer the whole weekend. I borrowed a 5l ( 1 gal ) plastic container, half filled it with tank water and transferred the rather mutilated angel. The container did not have a cover and I was concerned about the 26km trip home in the car. Anyway, it had to be done so I put the container into the car and headed off home.
Driving was plain sailing for the first 5 minutes, but then the inevitable happened: the driver in front of me applied his brakes unexpectedly. In that split second I tried to grab the container next to me and slow the vehicle. I am reasonably multi-skilled, but I did not pull this one off. The fish went flying ,but I did stop the car! There was no time or opportunity to look for the fish and anyway, even if I had found it, there was no water! I continued on the route home feeling quite sad that my rescue had failed, thinking about all the stress this fish had endured.
Half an hour later, I arrived home. My wife and kids came out to greet me, and they heard the sad tale. We opened the passenger door to look for the deceased fish, and there it was, lying on the sill just inside the doorway. I picked it up. It was stone cold,but damp. The next moment it moved in my hands. I rushed inside and literally threw it into one of my smaller tanks which was easily accessible. This was at approximately 4pm. By the next morning it was accepting food and three weeks later its fins had regained their shape. It was none the worse for wear! Two months later I transferred it to my main show/planted tank where it thrived. Unfortunately for it , I use long strips of mirror in my planted tanks affixed to the inside of the hood for extra light reflection. One of these strips detached itself from the hood and who should be trapped beneath it at the bottom of the tank? One of my kids called me to the rescue. Again the angel had miraculously survived, and today still swims proudly, completely unperturbed by its misfortunes.
My questions are : are they tougher than you think, was he just lucky and are all those scientific methods for transporting fish just taboo?
Jokes aside we adore him and the kids call him "Lucky Strike."
by: rob parkin
I have four tanks with Oscars, ranging from 4" to 9". I use Sundays for maintenance, starting with the biggest tank (60G) and ending with the smaller tank (20G). As soon as I got up that morning, I started with the big one. After an hour or so, after finishing the two biggest tanks, I noted in a 35G tank just one Oscar, when there should be two. I looked around with no success. I keep on looking farther and farther, and I found him. He was lying beneath a sofa, about four meters from the aquarium. When I picked him up I felt like I was holding a wood decoy: he was tact dry. Even the lateral fin in contact with the floor ripped out, glued to it. I was deciding where to bury him, when I notice a light movement of his operculum. He was trying to breath! I took a small tank (5G) I use for quarantine, filled it with water from his home tank, and put him in. His appearance was the same: a wood decoy. Completely stiff, with white areas where there were missing scales, scratches, etc. He went to the bottom, lying on his side. The operculum movement was poorly visible. I put a small pump with an airstone in and sat down to watch. After four hours, the operculum movement was more perceptible and rhythmic. At six hours, he started to move the lateral fin (the one still intact), but still lying on his side. I went to bed hoping time would be the best medicine. Next morning, I found him in a promising vertical position, but still at the bottom. I change the airstone for a box filter, filled with fiber only ( I remembered that new activated carbon absorbs oxygen from water). By noon, he was trying to move forward, but something was going wrong with his caudal fin. By the afternoon, he was capable of going to the surface, and back down to the bottom. The third day, he was swimming around obviously trying to find something to eat. I fed him with a couple of sticks that he took with very slow movements. The fourth day, he started to lose his fins: two lateral, two ventrals, about 3/4 inch from the caudal and dorsal fins, and all the scales. He looked very ugly, his biggest fins were like a Hawaiian skirt. Obviously, all the live tissue between the rays was dead. Within a week, he started to feed normal, almost jumping (again?) out of the tank when feed time came around. The fins and scales were as good as new in about one more month. Now you can't see that something terrible has ever happened to him. His colors are as brilliant and beautiful as always. He's a very strong fish. I have calculated he was lying at least two hours on the floor. I think it's a record. I've heard that this fish are like dogs. Well, I found this guy where the most of the dogs usually sleep...
by: F. Eduardo Barajas M.
Many years ago, I was sitting on my living room floor staring into my ten gallon tank, set low on a shelf. The tank was chock full of happy, healthy feeder guppies. Pets. Entertainment. Feeder guppies as varied as snowflakes, my secret addiction. As I watched the colors of these fish, they swarmed against the glass in front of my nose. I stuck my fingers in their midst, and all of the fish raced away, except for one little female who stayed right in front of me. It was then that I saw the "spear" of hornwort leaf sticking out from her mouth. The poor guppyette looked like a sword swallower that couldn't remove the blade! As she hovered in front of me, unable or unwilling to swim away, I wondered how the heck I could help her. Finally, I simply and very slowly reached for her with my hand. She did not move. I clamped the end bit of hornwort between my thumb and fingernail. The fish then backed off of the hornwort blade, and she raced away. The plant leaf must have been lodged straight down her gullel! She survived with no apparent ill effects. Did this fish wait for me to help her? I do not like to anthropomorphize, but every fish had been actively swimming until I sat close to the tank...
by: Donna D. Seidel
Hello,
I have a 45 gallon show tank and have a variety of loaches in there.
I have a story about what happened to my Clown Loach last week. I was doing a water change and removed my sandfall. I had to remove the sandfall because one of my loaches tossed gravel in it and it became clogged. I shook the sandfall in the water when I was removing it so any fish inside would come out. I also tapped in on the step stool just in case any one was in there. Ten minutes later I lift up the sandfall and find my clown loach on the step stool. He is moving but not well. I scoop him up and go to put him in tank. Forgot I had the glass canopy down. Well, he fell on the glass. I scooped him up again and he falls on the floor. I finally get him in tank and he goes right to the bottom on it's side. So I picked him up in net and put him in breeder hanging off tank. I put stress coat in tank and in breeder. After a few minutes he wanted out, but was not looking good. I let him go into tank. He is still alive and has all his color back. He was looking good a few hours later.
The story gets a little funnier. I'm done with water change and 1/2 later I pick up sandfall to put back in tank. I lift up sandfall and see my Striat Loach laying on step stool. Has no color or movement. He has been out of water for 1/2 hour. I scoop it up with the net and was going to flush it, but decided to put it in breeder and see what happens. Add a little stress coat again, within seconds it was breathing and in about two minutes had all it's color back. I let it go in tank. The fish is still alive.
I really like loaches I have 3 orange finned, 1 yellow finned, 1 banded, 2 striatas, 2 weather, 1 peppered, 1 clown, 1 Kuhli. My loaches have been through a few diseases. I also had a few problems with toxins going into water. There were a few times that I thought they were goners. After that day last week I really understand how hardy they are.
Sincerely,
Kathy (KathyL77@aol.com)
Editors Note: AquaWeb Fish Resources does not recommend removing your Clown Loaches from their natural environment (i.e. water) except during transfer from one tank to another. Please exercise good judgment while moving any fish.
by: kathy
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