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![]() <sniff sniff> do you smell that? that is the sweet perfume of uncured live rock. and i get to marinate in it for the next few days. rock arrived, no hassles getting it. took it home, box contained about six nice large chunks (football sized we'll say) and a lot of other pieces between the size of a softball and tennis ball, with the usual marble sized debris. nice shapes, generally longer than thin, and one piece with some really neat holes through it (small fish will love that one i am sure). a lot of crabs, some dead, some alive, none appeared to be mithrax, as there were no red eyes, pincers were very small, and the crabs appeared unable to pull their legs into their body like mithrax's can. the ones i found i threw into the fuge, they promptly burrowed under the sand, i saw one later in the main tank, so i am sure there are many more. also found a dead hermit crab, a very small (1") mantis shrimp-like shrimp, but without the weird front arms/legs, and lots of worms of various types. the rock itself has a lot of red and orange coraline on it, and a lot of what i'd call kelp but probably isn't. also a few pieces of valonia
![]() edit - sorry about the lack of spacing and organization, it was late last night.
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