"Don't worry, you'll be fine" said the Pet Shop Guy as I left with my arms full and youngsters in tow.
He said "don't worry, you'll be fine" quite a lot. He said it in a variety of different ways and several times with his eyes thrown up exageratedly as if asking his God why he had to deal with people like me who seemed to think that there might be something difficult about keeping a few fish in a tank.
So while the other family members were having debates about how best to name our six new companions; my wife's golden oranda, my eight year old daughter's blue oranda, my four year old son's bronze (chocolate) oranda and my own three white cloud mountain minnows, I started filling the 20L plastic tank part way with water.
Then I opened one of the two bags of gravel - the multi-coloured one - and poured it onto the tank. Aaagh, what's all that debris? Hmmm better rinse it first.
So I emptied the tank through a sieve and started again.
I part filled the tank and poured in the rinsed gravel. Then I rinsed and added the next bag of gravel - dark blue at my insistence - and tried to bury as much of the multicoloured stuff as possible.
Then I carefully added more water and checked that I could carry the tank. At about half full I was happy that I could carry it easly and that I could fill it the rest of the way in-situ.
I opened the two bags of dyed dried fern with the little lead weights attached to them - one red and one green - but not too bright - and rinsed them off and added them tastefully positioned left and right. Oops the red one floats - that's a bit dumb - I'll bury the weight in gravel.
Then I opened the bag with the living plant in it - no roots, just several strands joined at one end with another lead weight - Hmmm lead, well the folks who assemble these and the dyed ferns must know what they're doing, fish must be immune to lead poisoning. It floats too - so I bury the weight under more gravel and arrange the strands so they emerge shrub-like from the sides of the little gravel mound.
As I am carrying the half full tank into the family room to the shelf where I was going to leave it my wife asks "Didn't he say to feed them once every two days?".
"Yep, once every two days and not to leave uneaten food in the tank". I remember these because they were pretty much the only things he repeated. Those and the several versions of 'Don't worry, you'll be fine'.
"Well, it says here that we should feed them three times a day", she said reading the side of the small blue tub of food.
"Once I get this settled and filled I'll have a poke around the web and see if I can find out how often to feed them".
So I put the tank on its shelf - west wall of a north facing room so no direct sunlight - he did say 'avoid direct sunlight it leads to algae' when I asked about light. I topped up the tank to its final level and left it to warm to near room temperature.
I checked my little charges, still swimming in their plastic bag and I went off to see if I could find a site on the web to tell me about how often to feed goldfish.
Five days later I'm still reading - I know a bit about keeping goldfish - I know a bit about cycling tanks - I know my tank is way, way too small - I have a sort of plan to try and get from here to where I should be - in stages - I'm not sure that it'll all work out - I'll do my best to keep the fish alive and happy while I get there and if I fail in that objective then I'll reconsider what to do depending on how far down the road I've gone.
"Don't worry, we'll be fine", my wife says to me. I wish I shared her confidence in me.
He said "don't worry, you'll be fine" quite a lot. He said it in a variety of different ways and several times with his eyes thrown up exageratedly as if asking his God why he had to deal with people like me who seemed to think that there might be something difficult about keeping a few fish in a tank.
So while the other family members were having debates about how best to name our six new companions; my wife's golden oranda, my eight year old daughter's blue oranda, my four year old son's bronze (chocolate) oranda and my own three white cloud mountain minnows, I started filling the 20L plastic tank part way with water.
Then I opened one of the two bags of gravel - the multi-coloured one - and poured it onto the tank. Aaagh, what's all that debris? Hmmm better rinse it first.
So I emptied the tank through a sieve and started again.
I part filled the tank and poured in the rinsed gravel. Then I rinsed and added the next bag of gravel - dark blue at my insistence - and tried to bury as much of the multicoloured stuff as possible.
Then I carefully added more water and checked that I could carry the tank. At about half full I was happy that I could carry it easly and that I could fill it the rest of the way in-situ.
I opened the two bags of dyed dried fern with the little lead weights attached to them - one red and one green - but not too bright - and rinsed them off and added them tastefully positioned left and right. Oops the red one floats - that's a bit dumb - I'll bury the weight in gravel.
Then I opened the bag with the living plant in it - no roots, just several strands joined at one end with another lead weight - Hmmm lead, well the folks who assemble these and the dyed ferns must know what they're doing, fish must be immune to lead poisoning. It floats too - so I bury the weight under more gravel and arrange the strands so they emerge shrub-like from the sides of the little gravel mound.
As I am carrying the half full tank into the family room to the shelf where I was going to leave it my wife asks "Didn't he say to feed them once every two days?".
"Yep, once every two days and not to leave uneaten food in the tank". I remember these because they were pretty much the only things he repeated. Those and the several versions of 'Don't worry, you'll be fine'.
"Well, it says here that we should feed them three times a day", she said reading the side of the small blue tub of food.
"Once I get this settled and filled I'll have a poke around the web and see if I can find out how often to feed them".
So I put the tank on its shelf - west wall of a north facing room so no direct sunlight - he did say 'avoid direct sunlight it leads to algae' when I asked about light. I topped up the tank to its final level and left it to warm to near room temperature.
I checked my little charges, still swimming in their plastic bag and I went off to see if I could find a site on the web to tell me about how often to feed goldfish.
Five days later I'm still reading - I know a bit about keeping goldfish - I know a bit about cycling tanks - I know my tank is way, way too small - I have a sort of plan to try and get from here to where I should be - in stages - I'm not sure that it'll all work out - I'll do my best to keep the fish alive and happy while I get there and if I fail in that objective then I'll reconsider what to do depending on how far down the road I've gone.
"Don't worry, we'll be fine", my wife says to me. I wish I shared her confidence in me.