You doing it to yourself. The best acantho aren’t in Florida. They are here…Last week, I swaggered into WWC wearing my neon pink pants—pants so outrageously bright they could probably charge a solar panel. Naturally, I was expecting their acantho selection to rise to the occasion and dazzle me into submission. Instead, I found myself underwhelmed, the undisputed champion of fluorescence in the room. Honestly, it felt like a betrayal; I came ready to spend money, and their corals couldn’t even compete with my wardrobe.
Still, I didn’t leave empty-handed. I picked up the Tangerine Tango Master Scoly (because how could I not with a name like that?), some XL WWC High Voltage Polyps (hoping they’d provide the shock factor my tank clearly needs), and a melanarus wrasse, who spent approximately five seconds in the tank before dramatically vanishing into the sand like an angsty teenager slamming a door.
Now, let’s address the real tragedy here: it’s been seven whole months since I bought an acantho. Seven months! That’s practically a lifetime in reef-keeping years. I’ve resisted temptation, weathered disappointment, and stared longingly at less-than-stellar options. At this point, I’m not even a reef enthusiast—I’m a monk on a coral-buying fast. Someone, please, alert the Vatican. If WWC doesn’t up its game soon, I might just canonize myself: Saint of Neon Pants and Acantho Abstinence
You are a specialty buyer, looking for specialty coral, and you need to order from the acantho specialist.
Take the leap of faith, he will send pics and videos. I feel the only person who has the level you want, is BSA