Correction

Slight correction to the previous post: Make that four tiger barbs, four tetras and only three green barbs. We had a casualty last night. He wasn't looking too good when I was leaving for work and I thought he'd be a goner by the time I got home. But nope, he dragged it out until about midnight, writhing and gasping and generally making me feel terrible. I think there was something wrong with him from the moment we brought him home from the pet store. He finally gave up the fight, putting both of us out of our misery, and he was sent off to the big fishy graveyard in the ocean (aka I flushed him down the loo). The others seem fine for now so keep your fingers crossed this one was "just a dud" as Rodney so eloquently put it.