juliethegr8t
Addicted and in Therapy
I hate myself. The worst possible thing ever happened. Ok, so it probably could have been worse, but let's not go there. Anyways, last night I woke up to a splash, and since a fish has jumped out before, checked all the bettas on the desk, and everything was cool. Then, a few minutes ago I was looking at the falx and realized there was two fish on the male side, and none on the female's side. However, the female was in the wrong side, flirting with the guy. Looked down, and sure enough... there was my first daddy falx, dried up on the carpet. I didn't put the lid all the way on! UGH! I can't believe I forgot this. And I can't believe that the one time I forgot they had to go and do this. The only good thing is that the female and male hadn't spawned yet, so I was able to seperate them in time. I'm so glad I have babies... because now I can keep one or two to make me feel better. And I'm glad I have the orangies, or I'd be going completely nuts. Ugh. I'm a bad fish mommy.