Mr. A. got some new guppies last week.  Our tank in the kitchen had been sitting empty for about a year, so I agreed to finally get him some fish.  He has been SO good remembering to feed the fish.  Today he told me it was time to feed them and went into the kitchen to wait for me.  Before I had a chance to get up and get in there…he came back to me and said: “Mommy, something bad happened.  Very, very bad.”

This is what happened: