This last Tuesday was a bad one. Monday night, one of the bluegill we brought home as bichir dinner died, and wasn't consumed, so I tossed it in with my crayfish for a quick snack. Tuesday morning, when I walked into the kitchen, I smelled dead fish... I assumed it was the bluegill, and flushed it. I went about my business, then later I realized the smell hadn't gone away. I was standing over the kitchen sink, so I thought maybe Kevin had fed some expired food to the garbage disposal, and that perhaps it was rotting. I turned on hot water and flipped the switch. I knew something was wrong when the whole disposal and sink started shaking to the point where it almost broke. Above the sink, on the bar, sits my 29g... the tank that had my beautiful Ansorgii "Harley" and two young Endlis. I felt sick when I looked into the tank and realized Harley wasn't in the tank, and even worse when I grabbed a flashlight and looked into the garbage disposal and saw her corpse chopped into tiny pieces. Never in three years had she jumped, or even acted like she wanted to. Something must have spooked her. The prize of my collection is gone 
I just hope so much that she was dead before I turned on the garbage disposal... otherwise I'm responsible for her death. We had a fish go down there before, years ago, and it lived. It was in the drain for about six hours before we realized it, and I had to break the buettekoferi's jaw to get it out, but he lived. Go figure. The fish I paid 45 bucks for lives. The 500$ fish dies. How crappy is that?
I just hope so much that she was dead before I turned on the garbage disposal... otherwise I'm responsible for her death. We had a fish go down there before, years ago, and it lived. It was in the drain for about six hours before we realized it, and I had to break the buettekoferi's jaw to get it out, but he lived. Go figure. The fish I paid 45 bucks for lives. The 500$ fish dies. How crappy is that?
2 congicus, 1 palmas buettikoferi, 1 endli, and 2 senegal.
