Ok, sad day for 2 reasons. One, it is my last day working at the pet store on a regular basis. Two, we had a tank full of beautiful plecos die. And I don't mean those stupid brow common plecos that get 18 inches long. I mean some beautiful Pseudo Zebtas and Green Phantoms. I don't know what happened! We had some angel fish in there that had ich. Which is weird, we have never gotten angels with ich before. I don't know what the manager used to treat the tank but they started dying last night and by 6pm tonight they were all gone. Oh, except for one pleco. A f'ing brown pleco! Aside from that, I'm going to miss my friends. I may come back for the big sale in April and in the winter when the pond store reduces its hours again. Anyway... how the f did I turn into someone that gets so upset when fish die?