Froggy is resurrected. How considerate of him. 🙂

After much disappointment and self-blame (well, not that much) and talking to Lisa (with the pet shop) about the probability of froggy’s continued existence or the likelihood that he’s hopped off somewhere across the bedroom to be found later while doing the hoovering, I came home (with fish food) to find him lethargically crouched beneath the hunk of driftwood. Snarky was hiding too, but I found him and now he’s all enamored with himself again.

The neons are doing great. We’re going to get 8 more of them (at some point) and call them the Phat Kev Collective. All is well in the tank, thank the gods.