But a blessing in disguise. So far. Lets start with a dose of cuteness.
Enough of that nonsense. Here’s what we did Friday and Saturday:
Just click on it and cringe. That’s an abandoned koi/goldfish pond, and there’s supposed to be koi/goldfish in there.
The guy who owned these fish simply moved and left them two weeks ago. What’s worse, is he cut all the pumps off before he did. What’s even worse is it took two years for this pond to get that way. Yeah, you heard me, two years. Even worse? Every koi he had in there – and I heard he had some big boys at one point – died from this neglect. Koi are much more sensitive than goldfish, so not a single one made it. The biggest pump was so full of muck that it had to have been burned up for quite some time. The fountain pumps still work, so that’s good. With all these fish now, I could use the aeration.
The story goes that the former owner’s husband died and that these fish belonged to him. We’ll call the former owner “John”. John was too pained by his husband’s death to do more than feed these guys – dear gods, it takes so much more than just feeding them. We were told weeks ago that we could have the goldfish/koi, but then we had our own mess on our hands, so we couldn’t do it at the time. We were told it was a huge, great pond and just come get them when we could.
Then we found out he LEFT, so we were baffled. We showed up and both of us were gobsmacked where we stood.
Wow. No. The pond was shit and we had to get these babies OUT.
The messed up part on my end is that I’m allergic to mosquitoes. I’ll get a bite or two and flee for cover. I ended up with over forty bites over two days and got all shocky. The bites don’t stay small and itchy, they end up one and a half to two inches across and looking like ringworms.
Yes, I am a sexy spotted bitch right now, doncha’ know.
Then there was the problem of mice. They were fucking evvvvverywhere under the rocks we had to move to move the net to get to the fish. They were so cuuuuute. Then they got nasty. Then, says I, “Wait… mice = snakes = FUCK THIS!” and no more rocks were moved. Only after we left did reason kick in; lots of mice meant no snakes. We got rid of snakes someone’s yard (day job shit) and the mice moved in. I know better, but when you have clawing and hissing mice at your feet, you tend to forget things.
They’re safe, they’re fine… but wow, are there some strange looking goldfish in there. Not in a bad way, but in the way that I’ve never seen goldfish like that before. We needed this weekend because it made us remember that we do have room in our hearts for more fish, even if they’re not koi, and it made us finally want to go back outside again.
There’s one in there that looks like my Rosie that passed, so that makes us smile.
These itching fucking mosquito bites do NOT.
Good times, good times.