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[lsanderson]

I ran the Silver Moon over the bookshelves in my office, the floor in the upstairs hallway, around the doors and into the plant room. The plant room is also home to Thong's arowana. It apparently does not like me vacuuming it's room. One bump, two bump, three bump, arowana on the floor. Thrash, thrash, thrash. I grabbed it, with some difficulty, lifted it up to the aquarium level, where upon it leaped out of my hands to the top of the aquarium. I opened the other lid, and sorta pushed it in. Thong was rather upset, but I promised never to vacuum in there again. It's missing a few scales, and my sweat shirt smells like a fish mongers.