11-20-2008, 11:43 PM
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Not just one, he ate them -all-. So one night, accually, almost 3 or 4 weeks ago, it was a clean night. All of my tanks were occupied, so I had my fish in a cereal bowl, a cup, the bottom of a bottle, and plastic cup. So I'm on the computer, and my dad yells form upstairs, "Seneca! Get Up Here NOW!"(censored) So I run up, and let alone, scattered on my floor, are two of my once 17 fish. My only female molly left was bitten right through the stomache, and my cory catfish was stepped on. He lived, untill the week after, he flopped down the drain. Anyway, for the next hour, we were on fish search, and my dad found one under the bathroom towels(dead), two on the living room carpet(alive, their names are Sherbert and Cali) and the other fish are still alive today. That was my fishy Holocaust, and those who ded salnt ever be forgotten. I have yellow marbels in my tank to represent them. May you rest in peace.