I came home from school to find the fish all dead. The crime scene was the tank, at least 12 casualties, one survivor. Surviving fish has been placed back into the original tank before the whole group was taken out into a larger tank to protect them from falling paint. The cause of death was due to my dad's folly in putting fish out of their normal environment into tap water which had been cleaned. My bro told him not to, but no, my dad's half deaf in one ear and sometimes he can pretend not to hear anything. So my father indirectly killed the fish. Again.

That is what I call the bottleneck effect. Definition: A large population being wiped out by an epidemic, leaving only a few (in this case, one) that luckily survive, so the gene pool has decreased. (see I have been studying biology)

It's either the fish get eaten by the cat and left to rot, or they commit suicide by jumping into the motor, or they get killed by a change of environment. When does my father learn to have a dog instead of fish which are totally unpredictable, and are so fussy and vulnerable to attacks by nature????? The only dog we have is a stone pit bull. I didn't say stoneD. The pit bull was bought from a furniture shop. Thank GOD terappins do not die so fast, have self defenses, eats very much anything (including leftover apples) and you don't have to worry about it having anything unpredictable happen to it.

When I get my own house, I'm getting a small fat fluffy dog like Pillow (my aunt's welsh corgi). Obviously my dad never learns. The worst thing is, he always manages to buy more fish back. The fact that fish is meant to be brain food is absolute bull, especially when they don't have very much brains themselves.