Tank life continues (but not for some)

If you'll remember, our tank started with the tragic suicide of Lizzie and went downhill from there. Only one other inhabitant has been a self-inflicted death, but there have been several subsequent homicides.

It turns out, not only were the crabs voracious carnivores, but so was Pepe the Evil. (R.I.P. Ruby the fish and Patty the crab - you won't see pictures of them because they didn't last long enough to be photographed.) Needless to say, Pepe took a long walk to the aquarium store and someone else can enjoy his "brilliant coloring." Apparently he was remarkably healthy looking. I guess that's what you get when you have all that fine dining.

We now have rid the tank of predators (we hope) and restocked with a few new faces.

This is Annie. She and Charlotte have become fast friends. They burrow together and sometimes hang out on the gravel, side by side. I imagine Charlotte is telling horror stories of the life inside, and Annie is resolving to spend more time under the rocks.

Jimmy appears to be a victim of tank violence. You'd think that would make him rough and tough and ready to live in this harsh environment, but apparently he's got some PTSD. He just stays in the same spot all day and all night, nose against the glass as if it will hide him from everyone else. (He needs to have a talk with Charlotte and Annie about hiding under rocks vs hiding in plain sight.)

This is the snail. He/she/it doesn't have a name. I figure it's better this way.