Okay I'm doing a blog poll here and I want everyone to answer.
Should I just flush Hubert? He's so pitiful just swimming back and forth. I don't think he can swim up to eat anymore either. Should I just wait and see what happens? Help me out here.
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1 comment:
Wait a bit. At least a day or two. Don't flush him unless you think he'll definitely starve.
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