Four score and seven minutes ago, well, not really, but at 4:45 this morning, our Hawaiian Dwarf Moray Eel decided to go exploring. I heard a thud, I heard a slither, I heard noises you shouldn't hear at 4:00 in the morning, even two score and seven minutes after the hour. I woke up Mike, and he turned on the lights, and there was our eel, on the floor, writhing in frustration or shock or something (but apparently unharmed). . . in front of our cat.
We quickly scooped up the cats, tossed them out of the room, and began attempting to catch an Eel, on a hardwood floor, at 4:50 in the morning, without knowing where our single large net was. Using a tupperware container and a CD case, we trapped him and scooped him back into the tank.
We then took a roll of packing tape to the back of the tank.
It was an eventful morning.
We quickly scooped up the cats, tossed them out of the room, and began attempting to catch an Eel, on a hardwood floor, at 4:50 in the morning, without knowing where our single large net was. Using a tupperware container and a CD case, we trapped him and scooped him back into the tank.
We then took a roll of packing tape to the back of the tank.
It was an eventful morning.