All the good signs of this morning's snowfall have been proven wrong. When I arrived home today, I saw that Lillie, my 6 line wrasse, had died. Lillie had survived the move from NY to MI, and almost died last year as VOldemort, my yellow-tailed damsel, constantly beat her up. IN an effort to save Lillie, I got rid of Voldemort. This summer, my tank was moved into Giltner Hall where an undergraduate student watched over Tubbs, Crocket, and Lillie. In late September I moved the tank back to my apartment.
Saturday, I did a water change. She looked normal since then. Lillie's normal, however, is usually lying on her side looking like death was approaching.

I pretty bummed. The tank was overloaded anyways, so I guess this is for the best. I just feel that I don't pay enough attention to my tank, which has always been true. That's why it is green with algae and water quality is usally sub-optimal.

It's probably better I don't have any other living things depending on me, like a dog or children. I kill plants, and now I kill fish. Best to leave me be, I think.