The mercury is telling me, now or never.
We have a hole in the back yard where gold fish live.
Last year the puppy dog used the heat tape for teething purpose, and whatever else they do when no one is watching.
The 10 feet of wire was so chewed up it looked like carrot tops freshly washed and overly toweled fro.
Yesterday the coffee gods directed me to the tamping bar, and the next thing I knew the five to six inches if ice was miraculously lifted from the pond.
Tomorrow the silicon should be dry enough for the new heat tape to live the rest of this cold spell under water and keep the gold fish from certain demise.