I bought a couple of plants at the LFS this afternoon, the first of many of my errands. When I got home, I kind of forgot about the plants on the kitchen counter. I watched TV, went out to dinner, did some other stuff, and so 6 hours later I turned to the bag on the counter. Now, there was no water in the bag, just a few beads of condensation here and there. So I'm rinsing off the plants and I see the belly side of what I think is a pleco, and I'm horrified because I'm sure it's dead. Then I see a slight twitch of the pectoral fin and I'm off running for the bucket. Thirty seconds later he's in the water, swimming, and emitting a very angry croaking sound. So now I am the proud owner of a spotted raphael cat who spent the entire afternoon and evening sitting on my kitchen counter in a plastic bag containing no water. Pretty good, huh?