It was around this time of year, 4 years ago I am reminded of catastrophic events that happened at my house involving my 150g.
My wife and I had returned home from the hospital where she had surgery a day before. She had been on bed rest since returning and would remain that way for a few more days. It was almost midnight, she was in bed at the other end of the house and I in the den having a little gaming fun before going to bed. I finished up and started shutting down for the night..lights, doors ect. Out of habit I made my usual round through the kitchen, around the dining room and into the main living area in pitch blackness, except for the moonlights on my 150 gallon display. As I passed by the tank which sat squarely against a wall facing the entire room, my next step was met with a soaking wet sock. I know I'm not the only one who ever had THAT feeling..you know the one. The "please tell me this is'nt happening" feeling. I flipped on the lights and noticed a flooded floor and a quarter empty tank.
Opening the stand doors, the best description I could give is, its raining. The root of the problem was quickly found. The silicone along the bottom the tank had released and now was raining down a salty mess. I scrambled for towels " Oh dear lord please dont wake the wife", but it was too late. I could hear her ask from the bed room "Everything ok?'. "Uh, yes, just cleaning a little mess, I'll be in bed soon", I tried to sound reassuring but I know my voice was quaky and full of panic. So I spent the next 5 hours trying to control flood damage, salvage livestock ( thanks mother in law for the 20g hospital tank) and drying towels.
Not sure that this is so much of a vent as it is a walk down memory lane. At the time I was venting, trust me. Funny thing about this time of year and the memories it brings out, some good, some bad.