Oh noes, our pretty fish bit the dust today. We found Sir Terry floating on his side this morning, and soon after his gills stopped flapping and his eyes stopped rolling. We scooped him out and burried him in the garden, Adam made him a little cairn on top of his grave. Neil looked like he was ok, until this afternoon when he started to go the same way. Alas, it wasn’t long before he joined his friend in the ground. No idea if they were just old, or something weird happened to the water. We’ll be getting some smaller shoaling fish for the biorb in the coming weeks.
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