RIP Clive Alive. The little fishy that could.
When my father switched to saltwater fish, Mike & I inherited his freshwater ones to integrate into our tank. We had a few small feeder-sized fish that we were sure would be gobbled up by my dad’s large aggressive ones. And they all were… except for Clive. Clive survived. Clive survived two apartment moves, three large agressive fish, 5 medium aggressive fish, one GIANT aggressive asshole of a fish with teeth (sharp teeth! the fucker bit me during move #2) and Cecil slamming into the tank. We named him Clive Alive after his greatest achievement. Living. And now he’s dead.
We’ll miss you Clive :’(