The fish tank stunk. I had been putting off cleaning it for about a week, but finally the pump had stopped working and I needed to clean it out. If not for me, for Jemaine the goldfish.
I thought I could do it myself, sliding the full tank across the counter top, over the stove to the sink where I could more easily drain the gross, fishy, water. Disaster struck when I got the tank to the stove. As I slid it across the burners, I let it rest for a moment in order to gather enough strength for the next leg of the trip across the counter tip. I looked up at H-man who was on the computer, thinking briefly of how pregnant women should not lift things over 50 lbs and wondering if I should call H-man over to help me out. That's when it happened.
The room filled with a "PSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" sound which I immediately took to be the burner on the stove snapping off and gas pouring out into the house at an alarming rate. H-man turned to me at that instant with a look that could only be described as "WTF?" I was wrong about the gas, at that moment the water hit my feet, a lot of water. 10 gallons of water. I had busted the bottom of the tank and water was flowing out fast, onto the stove, onto the kitchen floor and down the hallway.
"AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" I said.
"Get Jemaine! Get Jemaine!" H-man said.
I grabbed poor Jemaine and plopped him in a bowl of water I had, thankfully, nearby.
"The water! The water!" I said
"I'll get towels" H-man said.
All in all it took 2 hours, 13 towels, some moving of major appliances and a new fishtank. But all my floors and baseboards are clean now. So, that's a plus.
Jemaine is fine by the way.
