The chemistry is holding firm, the other live rock, from the breakdown of a tank in the midwest, arrived today, and we made the decision, once we had the rock arranged to our satisfaction, to put the rest of the corals over, and the four fish we have.

The last in was the yellow watchman male, who was just more elusive than the others, and some crud got kicked up in the old tank: when we finally did get him, he’d inhaled entirely too much crud, and the poor fellow fainted, quite unresponsive when we put him in—we’d been talking about a celebratory dinner, but we stayed and ate a frozen one, because we were worried about him: he was mostly unresponsive and breathing like a bellows. Eventually he began to cough (yes, fish can, a sort of a wheeze that blows the gills clear) and twitch his fins, and then began really to come to, about the time his mate discovered him, and he waked up and did a little ‘hi there’ dance with her: they dived deep within the rocks, and hopefully he didn’t take any serious damage now that he’s cleared his system of the nastiness…the old tank had just had too much disturbance of the sandbed, which in a marine tank you don’t disturb. Usually that crud gets processed, instead of being kicked up like that.

The other fish, after initial confusion, are dashing about in all this doubled space and new currents, just enjoying it.

We’re settling the disturbed old tank down again just as a backup in case the chemistry of this tank goes south, but it’s very unlikely it will. The sump sandbed’s been feeding this tank for a week, and if anything were out of kilter, the microlife wouldn’t be multiplying and filling this tank—I saw a mysis shrimp dart for cover in the new tank: they breed in the sump.

The conch and crabs and shrimp are all doing their thing…and I’m pretty confident this tank is now rolling. The four fish we have, each one about 2″ long, and skinny, are not going to stress the sandbed, and we’re not going to be feeding big dinners for a while yet—let the fishes forage for starters.