And then there were 5.......Almost

Well, in all my experiences, I have had the opportunity to cheat death a few times, well add another to the list. Today, I was working on my fish tank instead of doing my homework. This is normally a non-eventful time and so like always, I was just doing as I do best...trying to Fix/break stuff. Well, today’s problem is the regulator on my CO2 tank. This regulator has a solenoid that is controlled by a pH sensor and it allows the power to turn on and off the CO2 tank. This is a handy feature and helps prevent wasting CO2.
Anyways, I originally pulled the entire tank out to fix the problem. After, I thought I had fixed it I put the CO2 tank back in underneath the fish tank. It was working for a short time before I decided to go check on it. It again had stopped working, so it was back to trying to get it to work. I pulled off the regulator a few times, messed with it, then put it back in. Over and over this only fixed the problem for a short time. I decided I better pull the tank out again so I could have a better view of what needed to be done. I was talking on the phone with Scrat and what not, relaxed as always. She needed to get off the phone since she was at work, so I hung up which allowed me to continue on with my quest. As I pulled the tank out, I stopped to unplug the regulator.




At this very second, the main line on the return pump came off. This just so happened to be located right below the miry of power supplies and connections the I had a firm grasp on with both hands. Instantly, I felt the electricity rip through my body, as I tried to release the plugs but I could not. Al the time, the water was spraying up, hitting the bottom of the cabinet and covering the rest of the electrical devices. I could feel the power of the electric current getting stronger and stronger as the saltwater came into contact with more and more components. Then, I looked over and saw the water was starting to build up towards the main ballasts for my 760w lighting system. Somehow with a loud "MOTHER %$*#ER" (like old saint nick) I tore away, jumped up and pulled the main power supply out of the wall.
After this narrow escape much like the ones in the movies, I just collapsed. My hands were pulsing and I noticed the 2 electrical burns on my arms. It took me literally 15 minutes of laying there listening to the water running down my stairs and into my basement before I could catch my breath. Once able to move again, I decided to call Scrat and let her know she wouldn’t have to come find my burn corpse in two weeks.
So if there is a moral of this story, don’t talk about how long it will take someone to find your body when you die and then get electrocuted, because if you don’t get killed within the first few seconds, a slow and agonizing death awaits you.
Also, just in case all you greedy people we looking forward to dividing up my collection of Honda civic parts and army rations, I’m NOT dead yet. On that note, I have a fish tank to mess with.