The Cory Cat is officially dead.
I haven't seen it in over 72 hours despite intensive investigation.
Also, I cleaned out what looked like the shredded remains of a carcass from the filter this morning.
The other fish seem grateful that I have removed the stinking cadaver from their environment, even though a few of them were good friends of the deceased.

in other news, I told bf that I was counting the hours until the end of my sejour in his sugar shack
(yes. I called his home a sugar shack). I am throwing myself out of his home.

What is wrong with this picture ?
Is this how I show my gratitude and my love ?
Have I gone completely NUTS ?!

I am calling the psychologist first thing Monday morning.

I also wrote to Gabor Maté.