Sadly, the fish is dead.

We've got a tiny little fish tank with a couple of guppies in it. FFM greets said guppies every day with a hearty "ISH, ISH, blublublublublub!" He's very very very good about not banging or poking the tiny tank and has never dropped anything in it even though if he stood on his tippee toes he probably could.

Thus I was utterly horrified when my otherwise generally well behaved child (currently when he knows the rules he's really pretty good) tried to drop an unidentified object into the tank. I was distracted and not really paying attention, but out of the corner of my eye I saw the tippee toes, the outstretched hand, the small grey object. I, of course, screeched at my poor unsuspecting child who promptly dropped the object back on the floor. Only then did I tune him in and notice that he was saying "ish, ish, ish."

Sadly, at some point between when I checked on them last night and when FFM found it today, one of our two guppies made the leap from the tank to the floor. FFM was picking the poor dried up little fishy and trying to put him back in his home.

After the initial sadness (and slight gross out) I enjoyed a moment of FFM's developing logic. He figured out, all on his own, that that fish belonged in that tank even though, as far as he knows, it's never been anywhere outside of that tank before.