What does this mean? I like to think I have very own personal world peace in 36 gallons. I do think this most of the time. Right now though, I'm chewing my nails because I am missing a fish. Not just any fish. Not some little small thing. NO. I'm missing my puffer fish. And I'm frantic.
Can't find him anywhere. There are so many places a fish can hide, you know. I found out just recently that this certain fish can get depressed. People tell me he's in there. The shrimp isn't hovering like he found a dead something. The crabs aren't talking.
No fish. I'm so scared he jumped out. I refused to be attached to any other fish in the tank. And you know what? They are still there. The new Harlequin shrimp? Still alive, and bigger than last week. Twice as big it seems.
No, the one fish I can talk to and that actually interacts goes missing. If I find a smelly smell that smells smelly... I'll be devastated.
Really.
Can't find him anywhere. There are so many places a fish can hide, you know. I found out just recently that this certain fish can get depressed. People tell me he's in there. The shrimp isn't hovering like he found a dead something. The crabs aren't talking.
No fish. I'm so scared he jumped out. I refused to be attached to any other fish in the tank. And you know what? They are still there. The new Harlequin shrimp? Still alive, and bigger than last week. Twice as big it seems.
No, the one fish I can talk to and that actually interacts goes missing. If I find a smelly smell that smells smelly... I'll be devastated.
Really.
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