I went to work genuinely pleased with myself and my progress in my goldfish hobby.
Coming home I noticed some construction crews in my neighborhood, no surprise there. Walking through my door, I noticed all my clocks were blinking, a clear sign that they needed to be reset. Thinking about it, the construction crew was working next to the PGE line. Logical conclusion: power went out. No big deal, right? Check the fridge and the freezer, all is well. Okay, reset the clocks, check. I can hear the filter running on my tank but it sounds a little louder than normal...
First thing I notice is the water is slightly cloudy. Jack and Sparrow don't seem stressed. But now where is my soul survivor out of my original trio, Watson? Watson, one of the two fair fish that kick-started this new hobby of mine?
The intake tube to my filter is floating on the bottom of the tank. How did that happen? It must not have been as secured to the top portion as I thought. The pressure from the filter must have been helping it stay in place. With the power out, it sunk. Okay, clearly I failed at the filter assembly. But where is Watson? After the mishap with Adler, I was concerned that she got stuck in my house decoration and was unable to swim out of it so I removed it altogether. There were no decorations that Watson could be that well hidden in. Next thought, am I freaking out over nothing? Was I just being paranoid and had overlooked him? Nope...
I needed to correctly assembly the filter so, I retrieved the intake tube from the bottom of the tank and disconnected my hang on back filter from my tank. I begin to take it a part and to my horror, there is the deceased Watson with his fins mangled from the pump. I cried for a solid ten minutes.
RIP Watson.
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