Yesterday Jane helped me work with the marine tank. We were doing a water change. She unplugged the auto-topoff as she should. We had to leave it off, because we spilled water, and that plays hob with the plugs.

This morning as I was cooking breakfast sausage, I left it to cook, went downstairs to the sump/topoff area and plugged it in. As I thought.

We had breakfast. I went to wrap Jane’s b’day present. On my way back, I passed the tank. Light wasn’t on, but the water was snow white.

Wak! I run for the basement to see what happened. The topoff tank has ‘kalk [limestone] powder’ in it, which feeds the corals and clam. It is supposed to go in when the float switch detects the water level has fallen by, oh, a couple of tablespoons.

I heard water running as I came down the basement stairs. Yep. The sump had overflowed and a waterfall was making a saltwater puddle around the area. I realized it wasn’t the topoff regulator I’d plugged into the power strip (which was now, incidentally, in mid-puddle) but the topoff pump itself, which normally is plugged into the topoff regulator. Jane’s method of stopping the topoff is different than mine. Oops. And my eyesight betrayed me. I didn’t even see the second black dangling cord in the shadow of the handle.

So…I grab a 32 gallon barrel and start siphoning to stop the waterfall. This means the tank AND sump have been hit with an overdose of fresh water. This is potentially lethal. I bang on the AC duct to get Jane’s attention, and keep siphoning, trying to think. She arrives. We take inventory. We have a) 20 gallons of proper salinity saltwater as yet unused. We have b) 20 gallons of kalk-laden fresh water in the topoff barrel: don’t need more kalk, thank you. And c) I’m running the ro/di filter to get more salt water going, and have put 15 cups of salt mix into that, with a mixing pump. It’s going to take about 8 hours to run 30 gallons of water and mix it. Things can die in the meanwhile. Jane suggests we start the ro/di instead to creating pure fresh water, which is yet one more barrel (fortunately we have enough) and take the salt water we have upstairs, draining off part of the problem water in the main tank.

Good idea. Jane starts carrying massively heavy 5 gallon buckets upstairs, climbing a ladder, dipping 5 gallons out, putting 5 in, until we have lowered the water level in the 100 gallon main tank by about half and put in 20 gal new salt water.

Meanwhile I’m trying to use what I drew off by siphon plus what’s dissolved in the salt water bin to regulate the salt water in the sump, which should be 1.025, and is 1.020 salinity. Upstairs is 1.022. Not too bad. So—the electrics shorted out in the waterfall—thank you, GFI switches.—and we now start raising the salinity of the sump to match the salinity upstairs, plus a .002 overshot so we can RAISE the salinity upstairs. Marine creatures survive a salinity drop of .004 fine, but raising it too fast can kill them. So we get it up to 1.024. Excellent. Bottom of the ‘good’ range.

Then we get a hair dryer to dry out the plugs, and plug the pump in, because we have had them purely on circulating pumps to try to keep gas-exchange going in the water, above and below. We pump a little water upstairs, test, add more downstairs, and keep this routine going…never more than .002 at a go.

We install a ‘sock’ to try to catch some of the kalk that’s adhered to floating particulate, which is working.

Water begins to clear. Salinity is proper above and below. The fish are all alive. The clam is open for business. All the corals are open and happy. The water is still white, but you can make out the rocks and corals. We’re gaining on it…

My plan to finish work with the tank and get the heavy canopy seated back on has come a cropper…Jane’s party tomorrow is going to have a marine tank that looks like January in Fargo North Dakota, and the canopy will still be sitting in the floor.

But all’s well that ends well. Everything’s alive.