I think that is clever and resourceful. That person, who initials are simplysamara, is however, in danger of becoming, if she isn't already, a fish-head. ;)

Some siphon tubes and miscellaneous glass and plastic items were placed in there a few weeks ago. Chemical reactions such as the bleaching of aquarium equipment, at significantly colder temperatures, will process what takes maybe a day at room temperature over a period at least ten times that long. The stuff has been in there for a few weeks now. Getting it out has only been procrastinated upon for about a week. And the water is too deep to very effectively wear those cheap surgical gloves one keeps for OHT - Onerous Household Tasks.

The usual white T-shirt (bleach stain that!) and holy (certainly not Holy) old jeans were donned. A metal hanger was pulled out straight, forming sort of a long hook. The hanger/hook snagged several of the hoses and a hose/gravel vacuum, which was still stuck together. However the wide-mouthed gallon pickle jar, a bowl, the end of a gravel vac and some smaller plastic and glass items (many of which could easily crack at that temp) simply slipped off of the hook.

After some equivocation, I took a deep breath, plunged my arm in, grabbed the bowl, emptied it and set it on a reversed garbage can top. The feeling was numbing and I fled, somewhat as planned, in the nearby laundry room door and put my arm under the cold water until it felt good enough to turn up the warm water. This sequence was repeated a couple of times until just about everything was out of the first barrel.

Then the drained stuff had to be plunged into the second barrel, the dechlorinating can with the sodium thiosulfate. Surprisingly that didn't generate near as much discomfort. Even a few inches of depth made a difference.

Hands and arms were washed in vinegar over that laundry sink, rinsed and then scrubbed with baking soda to get rid of the dill-pickle smell. After a shower, it was off on errands.

Ordinary and sane people don't do these things. Nor do ordinary people travel many miles to several shops looking for just the right fish. Few people keep a styro in the trunk, "just in case." Normal people probably don't keep and hatch and/or culture small invertebrates so that their fish can be treated to live foods.

GuppyGirl once observed that only a fish-head would stand in line in a restaurant and consider what glassware could be used as a worm feeder, Betta bowl or in some other way with the fish. She also found herself speculating as to what hanging plants in that dining emporium could be placed in old filter boxes, hung on the side of tanks "just with their feet wet" and be used as a kind of veggie filter.

Only a fish head would look at the maps of vacation routes with an eye on public aquariums, famous fish shops, fish hatcheries and collectible ditches. Only a fish head would find himself or herself explaining "the facts of life" to their children and inadvertently using the term spawning. ;)

I feel like we are at AAA - All Aquarium-nuts Anonymous. "My name is Scott and I'm a fish-head."