the wiener mom and an update on the whole fish thing

Yea... so a couple weeks ago I was venting about the incredible stress that has been brought on by Santa's fish tank. I reread the post and saw that at the end of it I was jubilant: we had only lost 6 fish out of 23.

Umm... yea... so we've had a rough couple of weeks. Turns out the diseased fish that we bought unknowingly from some huge guy named Lou (Oh, why didn't I wait for the return of Pat the fish man?!) gave many of the other fish that same disease and somehow some other fish disease that causes your fins to fall off (if you have them: no wieners have thus far lost any limbs).

We were suddenly finding fish swimming around with no tail fin and we came to know that meant the end was near. My stress level has decreased slightly as I have gotten over my ridiculous sensitivity to flushing fish. I just want those diseased M.F's out of there before Mustache catches something; that would be truly tragic.

So we also lost Catfish Stevens to this whole mess: he just seemed to have given up and gone stiff. A song was written in his memory (to the tune of Blackbird)
Catfish Stevens in the dead of night
Take this broken fish and swim away
All your life, you were only waiting for a quiet place to hide.
Quiet place to hide.
Into the dark and lonely night.

Oh, and Mrs. Platy had her babies and they were promptly eaten; a community feast ensued. She had her babies and just days later she looked fat again. I googled it of course and found out that Mrs Platy has the unique ability to store Mr Platy's sperm inside her body for a rainy day, so she could be pregnant again even though it hasn't been 6 weeks. SUPER!

Final status of 23 total fish owned: 11 currently alive, but Austin is acting kind of weird.