The last of the tiny fire-bellied toads the little guy brought home at the end of the last school year has gone to that big pond in the sky. Not sure what it died of - the temperature in the tank was fairly warm, the water fresh, the fruit flies frisky, but it wasn't moving at all.
We buried him with the other three in the garden out back. There was a fifth - but that one escaped early on. Most likely it went down the sink drain since the tank was on the bathroom counter at the time, but unlike Nemo met a less pleasant ending.
They were actually kind of cute - tiny little things about the size of the tip of my index finger. I'm going to miss them somewhat...
J.