I can't believe it happened. Mr. Fishburne was doing so well and then today, I walked into the kitchen with bare feet and felt something squishy under my foot! Mr. Fishburne must have jumped through the center hole in the cover of his cube and landed on the floor. In the 3 months I had him, he had never jumped out before. I am very sad. Goodbye Mr. Fishburne, you were a beautiful, interesting fish. The weird thing is, I dreamt of him last night, a big goldfish had gotten into his tank and bit his tail off. Mr. Fishburne whispered to me.."Help me" and I asked him if he wanted me to put him out of his misery and he said, "please." Then I stepped on him today!! A little spooky, huh?