The Ongoing Saga of the Saltwater Tank

Back in December (2007) when we got our tank I didn’t blog about it ’cause the tank was more for my husband.  Besides, it was just before Christmas and I was overwhelmed with school, etc.

Then I fell in love with the tank, and discovered it was for me, too.  My favorite date is to the fish store, and I’d rather study or write with the sound of the circulating water in my ear than anywhere else.  Saltwater fish are actually interesting, and unique, unlike most freshwater fish I’ve seen.  But it seemed a bit late to start blogging about it.

A few months passed, and our first (and only) fish disappeared.  A mysterious clicking sound resounded from our rocks.  Our hermit crabs started showing punctures in their shells, and little puffs of sand would appear out of the rocks, accompanied by more clicking.

We had a Mantis Shrimp.

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Only instead of being bright and colorful and wanted, our Mantis Shrimp was drab and grey and unwanted.  It was a murderous fish-eating hitchhiker that would prove truly obdurate to get out of our tank.

Meet Penelope

I promised a pic of Penelope, and here she is. No, not the girl.  The cannon half-buried in the sidewalk.  She was dubbed Penelope and lived an exciting life as a kind of town mascot before dying mid-blast.  She was given a full funeral and buried here, in the sidewalk outside an old news office.  May the

With Cannons Booming

So far, double thumbs up on the reenactment.  Through a bit of careful planning and a lot of luck, we’ve avoided long lines in and out of town and had great views of the battles.  Here’s a picture of me looking out toward the confederate lines and glassing the battle.  You can see the union infantry lining up in the background, and the cannons were right here, too.  We were close enough that binoculars were often just a plus, and could hear the guys talking or giving orders–at least while our hearing lasted!

At the Edge of the Fray

With guns this close, the smoke was near constant and the noise pretty loud–but it was really cool!  The next day we watched the cavalry charge from pretty close up, too, which made me particularly happy as I’ve always wanted to see the non-hollywood version of horses coming together in battle.

Taking Off

Our fourth of July weekend just had a twist added to the schedule.  We’d planned to spend it up in Gettysburg, watching the Civil War reenactment, and then put in a day or so at Hershey.  We’ve now tucked in a short stop-over in DC on both ends so the hubby can deal with a bit of work-related

It’s a Frog Thing

We were out walking just after a big storm and went by the wetlands near our house.  It was just before dusk, and all the frogs were out, too.  They ranged in size from itty-bitty little guys the size of a small cricket who could hop maybe a quarter inch, to one good-sized fellow that would

Chrysalis vs. Cocoon

I was reading my daughter a slightly insipid but still enjoyable bedtime story–and, no, that’s not how I described it to her–when she interrupted. ‘Wait–that caterpillar said it’s going to make a cocoon, but that would mean it had to become a moth.  So why does it say it will be a butterfly?’ I had

Protesting the Grade

Have you ever wondered if your prof has been sitting around dusty tomes in moldy rooms for one year too many?  I had an incident like that this week. I won’t go into particulars, but as a part of the senior project I recently turned in I was supposed to write a paper on the