Ummmm, we went from having about 15 fishies to ONE. Apparently Pouncer figured out how to lift the lid while we were gone and had a ball. The last one was the hardest for us to catch when we moved everything, so he probably couldn't get near it (poor little fishies) We found him poking at the little floating fishies (I'm cringing still)

No wonder my daughter kept things on top of her tank - she learned from experience when Allen was a little guy! So I am DEFINATELY headed to the pet store today for more fishies... really, I feel just awful about the little lives lost yesterday and Christmas Eve. At least now I won't feel guilty about changing from only goldfish to other breeds - we couldn't do that before because everything else always died when put with the goldfish.

I still feel bad about our lost friends becasue a few of them we've had for 3 years.