the fish kill
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2012.07.07
Just the other day, I was thinking to myself - wow, it may have been six months or more since the last fish death in our aquaria.
Guess I should have knocked on wood. It turns out that three little neons that Kenny and I bought at a local fish store brought back something nasty. They've all died, and two of the other fish died as well. Eerily, the largest fish in the small tank, a young pleco, is nowhere to be seen.
I called up the fish store to let them know, and they claimed that all of their fish are still alive. That's great. See ya 'round.