I found him, less than half an hour since I'd last checked on him. He bailed, despite all of the weights on the tank. I know this is probably the wrong place for it, but I just needed to say. He was the most amazing pet ever. I raised him from 3 inches. He was 26 when I measured his body today, and well over 5 pounds. I don't even know what to do anymore. Half the time he was the only thing on the planet that made sense to me.





RIP my beautiful Bob.





RIP my beautiful Bob.