My shrimp, which I've refrained from naming as absolutely every fish I've named has died, while those who remain nameless have so far proven immortal, crawled into the water filter and ate of the carbon therein until its shell turned jet black. The little demon beast had to be poured out along with the entirety of the filth that lay within my filter, and an emergency response was necessary to save the victim-fish within. Trivial crises assault me at every turn.



A restless mind is a precious gift.

-Tyrus Peace

Excuse me while I wish you a happy High Five Day.

-Tyrus Peace