Speaking of dying, the Tamagatchi saga goes on. We got one to 9 years old and I left her in a hot car for several hours and she died. The next two were boys and E refused to nurture them. We left them to die. Baby Tamas do not die easily. 8 piles of pooh and they're still alive. No food and they're still alive. It took almost 2 days for them to die, each of them. Now, at last, we have a girl again and I can stop feeling guilty about Tamacide. Guilt over a virtual life. What's next?