My name is Will, and I am a fishaholic. Here is my story.
I had a small tank as a kid. I didn't know what I was doing, didn't bother to do any reading on the subject, all of my fish died, I threw my hands up in disgust and gave up.
Now that I'm a bit more knowledgable, I know that my past failures might have had something to do with the monthly cleaning during which I would net all of the fish, tear everything down, and give everything a thourough scrubbing so that it was nice and shiny clean
Years later, I am married and my wife and I have a baby girl. One day, we noticed an aquarium shop not far from our house. We decided to stop in and have a look around. We ended up leaving with a complete setup for a 30g tank. I set it up in the baby's room, as we intended it to be little more than an ornate night light.
A few weeks later, it became apparent that there was a problem. Although the tank was doing wonderfully, it did have a major problem--it was located in the baby's room. Daddy was spending more time in the baby's room than the baby. It got to the point at which I was pressuring my wife to keep the baby awake longer so that I could spend more time in her room looking at the fish.
I knew at this point that I needed another tank (not wanted, needed), but I just couldn't justify (make my wife understand the necessity of) the expense of a new tank.
Fortunately, if there will be water if God will's it, then there will also be fish tanks. One of my co-workers mentioned in passing that his Python had outgrown the tank in which he was living, and that he was looking to get rid of the tank. I jumped on it (buy first, get permission later). It was quite a deal, a 75g with stand, cover, and lighting for 50 bucks. Talk about providence.
It soon became apparent, however, that there was another problem. I was spending so much time in the living room looking at fish, that I wasn't getting enough sleep. That's how the 10g ended up in our bedroom.
Then a new problem reared it's ugly head. Like most people, I spend more of my awake time at work than I do at home. Unfortunately, all of my tanks were at home and not at work. To resolve this, I got a great deal on a 5gallon mini-bow corner tank that fits nicely on my desk at work. What the wife doesn't know about won't hurt her. She never comes to my office anyway.
Finally, the 40g and 23g were acquired as part of the deal that saw the 75g get supplanted by a piano. I gave up a bit on volume, but maintained a presence in the living room and gained a presence in the home office.
Although my wife did put up some resistance initially (why do we need another tank when we've already got one?), I believe that she has come to understand the power that MTS can have over a person, and that resistance is futile. She still has not backed off her stance of no tanks in the kitchen or bathroom, however. I'm still working on that.
Well, that's my story, thanks for taking the time to read. I'd like now to leave the forum open for others to share their stories of the descent down the slippery slope that is MTS.