I managed to kill five fish at one time. Not a thing I'm proud of.

Spring break. Two out of three of my roommates decided I was to become their fish sitter. I agreed because I knew I'd be able to handle it.

Unfortunatly, I didn't realize how wacked my water at home was and ended up killing the fish because of the poor water quality. Er..yeah, it could have been prevented if I'd treated the water like knew I should have. But I thought if the water were to sit out for a few hours...eh...stupid mistake that cost five fish their lives.

A mistake that wont happen again. I feel sorry for the fish. MY fish lived--even has a bubble nest (betta, yes). I guess that means he's more used to hardship than the others...gosh that doesn't make me feel good about myself.

Perhaps next time they wont ask me to watch their fish...? At least my mice are nice and healthy!