Hi there, I'm one of those who has been lurking for a while, mostly doing research before venturing into owning one of these fascinating beasts. So, er, now I have a very suspicious little bimac poking his head around a corner of rock, and here I am. (At least, I think he is a bimac - the LFS were quite uncertain, and given he's the size of a quarter, it's a little hard to tell - at least to untutored eyes!)
You may find me asking some pretty dumb questions sometimes, as I have no experience in marine inverts, but I promise to always search the archives before bothering you!
I'm a bit nuts about animals generally, but given I tend to live in inner city apartments smaller than most people's garages, I have to keep this firmly in check. Currently the menagerie consists of two Cornish Rex cats (who are FRANTICALLY interested in the new tank, the moving occupant, and even more so in the dozen or so very small crabs the LFS gave me as starting food) and, of course, Oliver ('cos he always wants some more).
I'm in San Francisco, where it has momentarily stopped raining but is still chilly enough, fell off my motorbike on the weekend and have a terrible cold - so I think I'll now go kill my evening nursing my bruises, snuffling into a kleenex, and reading through four years of amassed archival wisdom.
You may find me asking some pretty dumb questions sometimes, as I have no experience in marine inverts, but I promise to always search the archives before bothering you!
I'm a bit nuts about animals generally, but given I tend to live in inner city apartments smaller than most people's garages, I have to keep this firmly in check. Currently the menagerie consists of two Cornish Rex cats (who are FRANTICALLY interested in the new tank, the moving occupant, and even more so in the dozen or so very small crabs the LFS gave me as starting food) and, of course, Oliver ('cos he always wants some more).
I'm in San Francisco, where it has momentarily stopped raining but is still chilly enough, fell off my motorbike on the weekend and have a terrible cold - so I think I'll now go kill my evening nursing my bruises, snuffling into a kleenex, and reading through four years of amassed archival wisdom.