Post by horrr0r on Sept 21, 2015 15:48:09 GMT
Oh god... I am going to sound like the worst human being on earth who isn't of sound enough mind to be a pet owner, but I really need to get this off of my chest. Please understand that this was not on purpose at all, it was a huge mistake.
So. My bf delivers newspapers to a lush green rainy valley. Around 4 AM he passes some plant nurseries/orchid farms. This area at this time is teeming with creatures; he said he hears toads (POP!) and snails (CRUNCH!) under his tires!!
Well anyway, between September 1 thru 10, he brought me home a total of 6 gals (fulica)! They were all still in a quarantine tank, which I kept outside due to smell and space issues.
They seemed miserable in that tank, but I didn't feel good about putting them in my main gals tank. I thought they'd rather live free in my garden than be caged, so I left Abby out to try it. Five days later I saw her perfectly fine, moist, happily. munching some weeds...
So, I decided to give them a choice. That night I emptied the quarantine tank to clean. I put all 6 in my "temporary holding bin", set it outside opened, on a moist, pleasant night, and began to clean the tank. But, I kept falling asleep & had to just put it off til morning. 4 gals stayed & 2 left - I was too tired to even notice who.
Well, I somehow forgot. How?! Just how could I?! And once I did think of them, I pictured them in their real tank! Today, I went out to feed them. As soon as I saw the empty tank, my stomach dropped.
In the temp bin, I saw Abby or Aubrey, dead. The body was partly out of the shell, but it was all shrunken. I saw the others like that in my peripheral. Fruit flies were buzzing around, I didn't dare breathe/smell. I looked away too fast to see who was in there, and made my bf get rid of it for me.
My snail deaths (not counting eggs/stillborns), and it's all my fault. Ugh. I hope the 2 who got out were Barcode, Coffee, or Everest.
So. My bf delivers newspapers to a lush green rainy valley. Around 4 AM he passes some plant nurseries/orchid farms. This area at this time is teeming with creatures; he said he hears toads (POP!) and snails (CRUNCH!) under his tires!!
Well anyway, between September 1 thru 10, he brought me home a total of 6 gals (fulica)! They were all still in a quarantine tank, which I kept outside due to smell and space issues.
They seemed miserable in that tank, but I didn't feel good about putting them in my main gals tank. I thought they'd rather live free in my garden than be caged, so I left Abby out to try it. Five days later I saw her perfectly fine, moist, happily. munching some weeds...
So, I decided to give them a choice. That night I emptied the quarantine tank to clean. I put all 6 in my "temporary holding bin", set it outside opened, on a moist, pleasant night, and began to clean the tank. But, I kept falling asleep & had to just put it off til morning. 4 gals stayed & 2 left - I was too tired to even notice who.
Well, I somehow forgot. How?! Just how could I?! And once I did think of them, I pictured them in their real tank! Today, I went out to feed them. As soon as I saw the empty tank, my stomach dropped.
In the temp bin, I saw Abby or Aubrey, dead. The body was partly out of the shell, but it was all shrunken. I saw the others like that in my peripheral. Fruit flies were buzzing around, I didn't dare breathe/smell. I looked away too fast to see who was in there, and made my bf get rid of it for me.
My snail deaths (not counting eggs/stillborns), and it's all my fault. Ugh. I hope the 2 who got out were Barcode, Coffee, or Everest.
