This is the situation when I got home:
"What happened to the fishes?" ~me (Perhaps you may remember me talking about our school of guppies here)
"Don't need to worry about them." (After all, they are a sturdy species)
"What do you mean? So you knew?"
"Aiya! It's okay. Don't need to worry."
"But...they're dead! ALL of them!"
"WHAT?"
It turned out that a certain someone who was to change the water decided not to leave the water overnight beforehand! Contaminated with chlorine yet to be evaporated, the water was. I can imagine them struggling to breathe yet knowing that there is nowhere to run. Their source of life now a pool of poison.
It does sound more apocalyptic than I thought. An entire nation wasted, just like that. And just when you thought it couldn't get any worse, all the baby fishes, the little fries...the whole generation of hope...wiped out in a single morning.
There are three more stronger fries salvaged from the ruins (the last of the last) and kept in our 'ICU' - a bowl of mineral water. Sad to say, things are not looking good for them.
Now it's raining, and my mood is going more sombre and irritated by the minute.
PS. I consider them part of the family.
PPS. I'll post the photos up another day.
