Not such a "carefree" environment
Let me explain.
When I was a kid, I took a trip to our local fair and won a fish by successfully throwing a ping pong ball into a goldfish bowl. You may remember the game?
But the thrill of my victory was short-lived and poor Romeo was in his glass bowl where rarely, if ever, his water was changed. Despite a few failed attempts at jumping-out-of-the-bowl suicide, this fish was indestructible, living for many years, in stagnant and murky water.
Perhaps it was the memory of that hardy, low-maintenance fish that made me believe an aquarium would be a more humane and easier environment to keep clean and display a few furless, finned friends.
Well, my dear readers, it appears that I am aquatically ignorant.
With the introduction of our new aquarium, I have become nothing short of a mad scientist.
I have been doing my best to perform test samples of the water, checking the pH and ammonia levels. I have made frequent water changes. I have mixed unusual concoctions of powders, liquids and noxious chemicals. All of this to ensure a crystal clear environment that promotes the favorable well-being of our newest family member.
I have become obsessed.
My new lifestyle caring for this aquarium has become like a new mission in life for me, a lifelike microcosm and all-too-familiar representation of the role I play every day in caring for my children.
What on earth was I thinking?