It's a sad day here in my craft room. I found Poor Fish dead this morning. Last night, while watching Black Hawk Down on Netflix, Poor Fish suddenly started zipping around in his bowl like a gigantic shark was after him. He was swimming so fast, he actually splashed water out of his bowl. I thought maybe the vibrations from all the bullets flying in the movie were traveling from my computer to my desk to his bowl & disturbing him. Or maybe he'd had a bad dream.... What ever the cause, it seems to have been the end for Poor Fish.
I'll miss you, buddy. You've been an enjoyable knitting, crafting & office companion.