Oh. My. Word.

WHAT WAS I THINKING?!?!

*takes several deep breaths*

I am now the (proud?) owner of a new 20 gallon fish tank.

This might not seem like a real reason for freaking out to most (normal) people, but I think we've already covered that I am special. I've had aquariums for about five years now. I started out with a very small betta tank (as I was a one woman betta rescue squad). Over time, I graduated up to a five gallon tank. But, as crazy as it might sound, about the most you can get in a five gallon tank is a betta, an algae eater, and a couple tetras. Partly because bettas are temperamental, and partly because five gallon really isn't very big in the fish world.

At the moment before I made this momentous step into serious fishiness, I had a betta and a dwarf fresh water puffer fish. They seemed to be getting along although the puffer (Oscar) spent most of his time hanging out by the filter (presumably where it was warmer). I got them the bigger tank so they could spread out some, do some exploring, have some room to hide from each other, and because I figured if I got a nice set up, I might invest in some fishy comforts that would let them have a better life.

So I am the proud mama to one potbellied molly, a dalmatian molly, a 'costamus (algae eater), and five (count 'em FIVE) neon tetras (as well as the puffer and the betta). So far, everyone BUT the puffer is playing nicely. *le sigh* Now my woes really begin.

This may be too much stress for my fragile little heart.

PS - Pictures to come when I actually get the gravel, the plants, and the hood that I couldn't buy tonight.