time for the BIGGEST throwback!!
this is noodle from 3 years ago! Back when i first got her during my aquatic science class at my highschool!
See, my school had this really cool class where as a project you had to setup and take care of an aquarium during the year. (Idk if any other schools do this or not) Honesly this was my favorite class during highschool. There were 3 entire labs + other classrooms devoted entirely to students’ tanks. No tank was under 20 gallons, and the largest was 500.
I have several stories about this class that i might share sometime (Including one about students getting into a all-out brawl when someone messed with someone else’s tank. And moving from a “group member names on tank” to a secretive coding system after tanks started being sabotaged. It got interesting.)
My group had a 60 gal saltwater. We had 4 members and each picked a fish. One wanted 3 yellowtail damsels (i still have 2 of them) one wanted clownfish (my mom has one of them) one wanted an anemone, and I wanted……. a puffer (what??? Not an eel??? Nope. I hadnt learned to appreciate them yet).
We got all of those fish and…. an eel?? What?? We didn’t want this thing!
We got this random-ass eel shoved on us at the last minute.
No one was happy about it.
We named the eel “Danger-Zone”. Despite being only 10 inches long she was full on feisty! She lunged at hands, she bit (tiny teeth but still, OUCh), someone was always on “eel duty” when we cleaned the tank “watch the eel, WATCH It!” She was “the most aggressive snowflake eel” our instructor had ever seen. She would grab food, wrap around it and do some type of weird psuedo-alligator death roll.
After the class ended and my group members graduated it was time to take the fish home (as per the class, you were required to find homes for the fish, no ‘flushing’ or dumping them in ponds)
Guess who got the fish and the eel?
During my first year of college i left “Danger-Zone” home with my mom who renamed her “Dizzy” (because of the color pattern and the way she sways while waiting for food)
During my second year of college i moved into an apartment and brought the damsels and the eel with me. It was around this time that i named her “Noodle” (although my roomate prefers “Mr. Wiggles”).
She’s calmed down a lot as she’s aged. I don’t have to worry about getting bitten anymore. She’s also grown tremendously, reaching about 22 inches now.
She’s become my good noodle.