Sad Morning.

When we arrived home after attending midnight mass, I discovered that half of the baby fry didn't make it. When I got up on Christmas morning, I discovered the rest of the fry had died. My heart was so sad, I cried and cried. I felt so bad.

We had moved them into a one gallon tank. I had no idea that the fish were too young or ... I dunno, maybe the temperature fluctuated too much for them? That small of a body of water, while perfect for tiny fish, is imperfect in that the temperature just can't be regulated.

We buried the babies in my gardenia plant in the backyard.