Last Thursday, my boyfriend, Allen, and I went on vacation. He paid for almost all of it since I am broke right now, and we drove to Chicago. We were leaving Thursday morning and would be back on Tuesday night. In an effort to be a responsible adult living alone, I made sure everything was taken care of. Toby and all of his belongings went to my mom's house, I even took my outside potted plants to her house to make sure that they wouldn't die. Since I am trying to save money, I unplugged everything in my house other than my fish tanks and turned off all the lights. Since I only have a window unit and didn't want it running unattended for a few days (it's not the type that shuts itself off every once in awhile), I turned it off. I fed my fish really well and off we drove.
I am an IDIOT! Of course it's been getting well into the 100s here, and I left my poor fish in my house without AC... I didn't think about it until Tuesday night on the way back and had a sinking feeling in my stomach. That sinking feeling hit even harder when my car engine stopped running unexpectedly and we were stuck on the side of the highway. But that ended okay, my car is in a safe place being worked on and we were fine. I finally got home Wednesday afternoon to find over half of my fish had died, including a female betta named Yoshi that I've had for two years. I feel really bad, but I also have no one to blame other than myself. I'm just so mad that I thought of EVERYTHING (I vacuumed, did the dishes, took out the trash, everything before leaving) except keeping my fish cool.
I have a 75 gallon tank with a few fish left. I'm thinking about selling it. Yoshi's three gallon I may keep and get another betta, but I can't help but feel that I am done with my 75.