We're down to our last fish and she, she is on her last legs. Unless she's gonna drop some frye or whatever it is. She's a live bearer facing the creep of the chamber of death. Garfield's plastic fish bowl belly is proving too toxic for life.
She isn't moving too fast and I'm afraid the pH adjustment may have just did a number on her. O, I dosed the tank again as a preventative. I thought she looked a little skanky, a little rotten. She looks better than she did, just not moving as fast. Yikes.
I never thought having a 'cute' fish tank would make me feel so guilty. As small as they are, they're still little creatures that depend on you. I am no fishkeeper. I'll tell you that much.