Before I go to sleep at night I have to check the kids, the doors, the animals, the kids, the doors, the animals...you get the picture. Well last night I peeked at the lone surviving fish and found that he was lifeless and laying at the bottom of the tank. Crap. Husband thought he saw a little fin movement and that we should wait till morning to be sure before we flushed him. So we pushed a bunch of items in front of the tank so the kids couldn't inadvertently discover a floater before we got there.
No luck. Fish guy was belly up by morning time. But I must say this one was a little odd from the get go. He kept ramming himself into the sides of the tank from day one. Husband thought maybe he died from the stress of watching his buddy die in childbirth. I think that battering his little fish brain against the glass was a more likely scenario.
So I called the fish store to ask them what the deal was and they said that if a fish becomes stressed out (like watching his girlfriend kick it) they get more susceptible to fungal infections. And apparently the tank ramming might have weakened him a bit too. And so goes the circle of life.
The store told us how to care for the baby fish that have been left behind. So this weekend we'll be disinfecting the tank and putting the little buggers in. And we've disconnected the filter so nobody gets sucked in, as well as hiding the food so the kids don't give them any extra snacks.
God speed fishies.