This makes me sad. He had gotten a brand new huge log to hide in yesterday, and he seemed to love it. Well, this morning I woke up to see how he was doing, couldn't find him, got nervous, and sadly found him on the floor. Not a pretty site. Bloody gills, body hard like an earthworm in the sun, fuzz all around him. I feel horrible. I still don't even know how he escaped. He was going to get a larger tank on Friday as well. Anyway, how do you all cope with the loss of say, a favorite fish?