You can't catch me

I'm not gonna lie. The idea of having these seahorses makes me giggle inside like a prepubescent girl waiting in line for NSync. Or whoever is considered cool these days.
However, putting this big ass 75gallon tank together with water and filter and rocks and coral and deco and... I don't know what a protein skimmer does yet, but I have that too. Anyway, all this crap for these two tiny little seahorses that aren't even here yet have pretty much wiped me out.

I got the aquarium for a really good deal via Craigslist and one awesome lady with a passion for all things aquatic. She gave me this $1500 fish tank with extras worth at least $600 for... $150. Now I know I should have been a little skeptical about what was wrong with it, but honestly for 150 bucks, I figured if there was a crack or something I would melt that shit back together because there is no way I'd be able to afford it otherwise.

But seriously, she and her husband deserve a gold star for their fishy skills. He and one of his friends delivered the tank here to my tiny ass apartment (I wasn't here so I heard it all secondhand) along with all the extras and a sweet little note from his wife. She gave me some pointers and let me know there were plenty of cool things for me-- er my fishies-- to play with included. AND I learned that I probably shouldn't get a chocolate chip starfish (even though they are oh so pretty) because his ate almost $150 worth of fish... In one day.

Fuck. That.

Absolutely no harm can come to my seahorses lol these bitches cost almost $200 a pair!

And where, you say, am I gonna find seahorses in the middle of corn and wheat? Florida. Yup. That one state we don't mention for fear of waking up old demons. Shit.

There they go.