He started out as a perfectly happy, healthy little boy. He ate and swam without troubles. Then, one day, I decided to buy Francisco a nice accesory, so, I went to the thrift store and found what I thought was a pretty multi colored glass cup that was made of blown glass. I cleaned it, and made sure it was perfectly safe for him. It turned out to be a plain see-through glass cup with PAINT on it!!!
He tried to eat the flaking paint, so I reached in and used a loose silk plant to get him away from it without hurting him. I took the cup out, but my mom didn't want me to clean the tank because the whole family was pretty busy. I tried to fish out as many flakes as possible, but I guess I didn't get all of them, because afterwards he was acting really wierd.
Frisco (thats what I used to call him for short) would spend hours sitting and staring at nothing, instead of swimming around watching me clean my room. One day, he died. A few hours before he died, instead of being afraid of my finger being in the water like he usually did after he became insane, he came up to my finger and, he didnt bite my finger but he kissed it! It were as if he was saying "good bye mommie".