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Today is a bittersweet reminder of what used to be. One of my three remaining anglefish died today, or possibly any one of the last couple of days. While it was sad to see such an old fish die, I don't think I'll miss him. Maybe that makes me a horrible person, but maybe not. I've had that fish longer than Rocky. Five years and all that damn fish did was sit in the corner of the tank. A beautifully decorated tank with tetras and plants and rocks and other anglefish, and he didn't do squat. Maybe if he'd have played fetch or something like Rocky does I'd have felt a little worse this morning as I scooped him out of the tank. Not too many memories with that guy.

Anyways, if I had to guess a cause of death, I'd say he literally froze to death. The icebox that is the basement combined with the 8 degree highs we've been having in lovely metro detroit to kill my fish. It's probably a little warmer in the Amazon. Good thing it's trash night tonight. Word.