We have a small pond in our backyard and last year I purchased about 8 small goldfish to put in it. These fish quickly became “Wild Fish” because I never fed them, but boy did they grow—a good four to five inches long. They lived off the land eating bugs and mosquito larvae. No fish flakes for them. Fish flakes are for sissies. These fish, if given human characteristics, would be the Mafia of all goldfish. (There is a big brown one that I’m certain is the Godfather).
We knew with winter approaching that we needed to scoop them out and put them in a tank in the house so they would survive. Right before we could do it though, the snow came and dumped on us—inches and inches of thick, white snow. The pond froze. Scott went out and was working on the plugged pump trying to get it situated for the winter. While he worked on it, all the water from the pond pumped out onto the grass (the water below the layer of thick ice on top). He didn’t mean to do it. It just happened. It was an accident. Without water my monster sized fish could not survive. My husband was a fish killer.
Yesterday, I went out in the backyard to play Frisbee with the family dog and noticed that most of the snow near the pond had melted away. I approached the murder scene hesitantly, fully expecting to see “frozen fish sticks” floating on the surface. Instead, my monster fish zipped from one side of the pond to the other –they were alive!! What? How could this be? I’m unsure how it is even possible, but I’m thrilled—A MIRACLE! Ya, goldfish can be bought for 20 cents at the pet store, but WOW, these ones are special. And, when times get tough, because of their size, they will make for good eating! (I’m kidding. Seriously though, they are huge and will fry up nicely in a pan).