About a week ago the beta fish on my desk died. His name was Bomber and I inherited him from Barbara who inherited him from Liz. I have a couple dozen fish at home so I assumed I would take good care of him. Oops. He did survive for a good three months under my profoundly loving supervision although I hesitate to admit that he had probably been dead for at least three days when I found him. The good news was that his small, lifeless body had already began to sprout with new life. A lot of it. In the form of some sort of dead-fish consuming white mold-looking stuff. I knew there was no replacing Bomber with another fish so I took a handful of Apple Snails from my boss' fishtank. They seem to be doing just fine. My boss had experienced the miracle of life first hand when about 2000 snails showed up. Now they're about the size of quarters and in another couple months I'll probably bring some home for my dining room tank to help control the algae. It's too bad you can't get your snail spayed or neutered though because I don't want thousands of little snails patroling my tank.