For the Love of Gobies

I counted down the days, watching my tank closely.  Mid week the weather turned colder, and the house was a bit drafty.  When checking on my tank, I discovered that the temp had dropped to below 75 degrees during the night, and the heater hadn't yet turned on.  I pulled it from the tank, tried repeatedly to fix it, and when everything I tried had failed I was faced with the task of keeping this tank warm while I was at work for 8 hrs.  I had 1/2 hr to fix the problem, and began a search for a solution.  The light, of course would help a slight bit, so I turned that on quickly.  I spotted a heavy blanket in one of my children's rooms, so I borrowed it.  I wrapped it tightly around the bottom 1/2 of the tank, tucking it in anywhere I could.  The damsel didn't seem to like this very much, so I loosened the front of it a bit and lowered it in a dip so that he could see out.  This seemed to settle him back down, so I left it this way and said a silent prayer as I walked out the door with the broken heater in my hand.   The radio informed me on my way to work that the next few days were supposed to be cool weather, and I worried about losing too much heat in the tank.  After showing to to a few of the guys at work, they confirmed my suspicion.  It was a lost cause.  It was an older model, and not really anything that could be repaired because it was submersible.  I quickly bought a new one that night and rushed home after work, praying that my fish had survived.  

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