We here at Crown Prince Central are sad to report that there are no fish left alive. The second new fish passed on to the great Aquarium In The Sky last night; this morning, the third and final new fish was found immobile under a plastic plant.
The authorities wish tend their sincere condolences, etc, etc.
All equipment will be boiled to death before we get a new set of fishy slaves for the Prince’s entertainment.
He yet waves at the dark, still aquarium and says, “Hi fisssssssh,” a fitting memorial to those who gave their tiny lives in the pursuit of happiness for a little boy.
*doffs cap*
Godspeed, small fishies! Swim fast and free to the Heavenly Fishbowl, where there will be fish flakes in limitless supply and more little plastic men than you can ever possibly swim around.
Seriously, though, sounds like your fishies had a fungus. Boiling everything to within an inch of its life is a good plan.
Also, for some reason, I can’t stay registered on your blog as a commenter. Most annoying.
I almost wonder if it’s worth the investment of getting tropical fish which while more expensive seem to have a longer life span. Mind you, goldfish are what, a dollar?
How about a Beta? Very flash. Ours lasted a year before it died from over feeding (ooops)