R.I.P. Garth

You may have read here about the baby gar that I brought home, because I wanted to see how big he might get, and because he was cool.  I had been taking him out to the garage in the evenings so I could catch tiny bugs by the garage lights and feed them to him.  It was awesome watching him attack them from the side, like he was some stealthy little beast stalking his prey.

I left him in the garage one day, all day, and came back to find that the garage got really hot during the day.

I think Garth may have gotten cooked.  So much for being a cool fish.  Saddened by his demise, I will go on trying to catch the behemoth of prior tales in his stead.