I once tried to keep tropical fish. They are, if you believe the popular myth, meant to relieve stress and create a relaxing atmosphere. I found them quite the contrary. I spent so much time and energy, not to mention the expense, in attempting to keep them fit and healthy that the last thing they created for me was a stress free zone. The fish tanks now houses my wifes indoor plants!!! AQUA BEING It doesn't seem so long ago, about two years or more you know, a friend of mine when moving house, sold to me, with nod from spouse, a three foot tank complete with stand, a large amount of gravel, sand, one worn out light, two filters boxed, with assorted trinkets and plastic rocks. So off I went, a mission planned, to create a world, an aqua land, where in would live by my own hand, amazing coloured fishes fanned by veils of fins, so large yet fine, and rainbowed scales that shone like wine, with eyes so bright, dark centred stare, would spy my presence standing there. I knew so little, now it seems, how much it cost to live my dreams, I struggled on expenses soaring, I read and learnt and became quite boring. When came the day my world complete, except for those tiny lives, so sweet, so off I went to pastures new, purchased beings and not a few, with care and feeling and slight of hand, did lower them to their new found land. Despite the cost and troubled times, my flashy friends and I were fine, they grew to know my human form, from late at night to early morn, when I would care and feed them dishes, of worm and shrimp, not bad for fishes. Now when as happens, one fell quite ill, to cure I'd treat with drops not pills, clean water added, no good when stale, for then they'd look quite sad and pale, the gravel cleaned no algae here, to make my fishes feel so queer. One thing I learnt throughout this time, they were on loan and not really mine, for no matter how I felt you see, a natural world I'd never be, I worked so hard, I really tried, but the little ****** just up and died !!!