You are living with a saltwater addict, if you observe any of the following:

  • Your addict has more PVC than the average plumber.
  • Your addict saves bits and pieces of this and that, just in case it might come in handy someday.
  • Your addict has plastic bins of parts which may or may not even be related to his hobby.
  • Your addict has a coral and shell graveyard, possible even grave markers for favorite fish in the backyard.
  • Your addict has a collection of powerheads, chillers and heaters, some may even work.
  • Note:  if you are the mate and understood that, you too, are in trouble, a closet tank nut.
  • Your addict proudly owns fish traps, nets, and even a hospital tank.
  • Your addict has taken over closets, garage space, kitchen cupboards, and maybe even the laundry room with supplies and equipment.
  • Your addict has run out of names to give the aquarium menagerie and has now named them after family members with peculiar mannerisms.
  • Your addict has never finished a week without visiting a couple of fish stores.
  • Your addict loves those drawings held at aquatic meetings and fully celebrates winning that $10 coral after spending $60 on tickets.
  • Your addict has become a scientist of sorts.  The tank area is also home to beakers, syringes, test tubes, sponges, magnifiers and cutting tools.
  • Your addict now speaks a different language, using terms such as No2, No3, Po4, frag, meq, par, lps, sps, softies, fuzzy sticks, etc.
  • Your addict now has a designated area for buckets of all sizes but refuses to use it.