Now There Are Nine

As I said in my comment to Dorian, one of my tetra died yesterday afternoon...and now there are nine. It was one of the new little ones who had the most damaged fins. S/he was lying on the bottom gasping, and I had one of those, "Don't die! This is totally all my fault!" moments, as I watched him/her suffer. I managed to hold back the tears, though. I had too much going on yesterday to have time to bleed as our former governor once said quite famously.

I was only stopping home yesterday for