My A. australe killifish committed suicide. I was warned that they would jump out of even the tiniest crack, and sure enough, they do. Matt made a lid for the Macquarium, but there was a space between the lid and the heater. They lived happily in there for a month, so I figured the space wasn’t big enough. But unfortunately, it was. It was a suicide pact– they both committed suicide on the same day. I went to feed them, and no fish were in the tank. So I started looking about, and I found two little dried-out jerky killies underneath the Macquarium. It was so sad. Matt had to throw them away when he got home because I couldn’t bare to do it.

I have a guppy that my little cousin named “Princess.” I think she (he? who knows) will be the new occupant of the Macquarium. Killifish, though beautiful, are more work than I care to invest at the moment.