Arrive home, see that guests are over, check on fish.

GRAVEL IS FUCKED UP, SHITLOAD OF PLANTS ARE DEROOTED. FILTER VACUUMS ARE WRAPPED IN GUPPY CORPSES. I RUN TO THE BACK OF THE TANK
(looks like this)
Back Room
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Room I Tank
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Basement entrance

I SEE TWO FUCKING KIDS WITH MY BIG NET, ON A LADDER, SURROUNDED BY CUPS OF WATER, WITH DEAD GUPPIES ON THE FLOOR.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"

"fishing, lol"

Make this place a tad more interesting, any rage involving pets, now.