I have had her for 5 years. My beloved Beulah has been with me for 3 apartments, 6 roommates, and over 60 aquarium water changes. I had a stressful week (huge understatement) with 3 major tests in one week. I eat to deal with stress and I'm afraid when I eat I think my fish would like to eat. So I ate. I fed my fish. I ate. I fed my fish. I learned the hard way that fish, when they eat too much, can become constipated and die. She had grown quite large from my years of stress relief eating. I was kind of stuck for a min when I realized she had died. I was afraid if I flushed her down the toilet she would clog it. I ended up taking her down to the bushes at the end of my apartments. I tried to throw her into the bushes but she stuck in the net and plopped onto the cement slab directly in front of my feet. I didn't want to touch her to pick her up and throw her again so I left her there. In case you are wondering, you can see her dead body from my front door. I just make it a point to NOT look over there. It is too painful...and gross. Farewell Beulah. You will be missed.
