i'm a fish murderer

To date, 10 puffers have died under my "tender loving" care. For the latest two fatalities, I have only this to say: Their deaths were purely circumstancial! I did almost everything a normal pet owner would do...feed them, change the water, etc : The final nail in the coffin was probably the seaweed I bought to beautify the tank...it gave them white spots, I think. I don't know if fishes can catch such fugus from plants...or perhaps it was the mollies (they're the feed). Ah Chew's probably gonna kill me when he's back from his leave...I killed the fishes he claimed were "very hardy, not easy to die one" :/

I love animals, or at the very least, the cute ones. The fat ones especially. Hence my fixation with the puffers. They're small, only measuring about 3.5cm in length, but you wouldn't wanna mess with them if you're a tiny little fish. These fat little beasts devour their victims with such fervour, it's like live entertainment! I think my colleagues look at me differently oredi..."eee Charlotte, I didn't know you're so bian tai!" (perverted in chinese). I admit, I enjoy watching them cripple the baby catfishes by tearing their heads or tails off. There's a thrill in seeing them being eaten alive! *evil laughter* But I applaude the valiant, albeit futile, efforts of the victims...I mean, with half your head gone, and one eye dangling by its tendons, would you still put up a fight?

I know, I know, this mix of love for cute animals and thrist for violence...is potent.