It’s Thanksgiving, a day for giving thanks and I find myself very saddened, mad, and agitated. Tragedy has struck at the “Forthepeople” estate. And, it’s nothing like “The Moldavian Massacre”, the “Dynasty” cliffhanger from May 1985.
When that shooting was over, it was revealed that only two minor characters were among the casualties at Amanda and Prince Michael’s royal wedding.
Our body count is much higher. There is only one survivor!
Ray and I dug into the ground and made this beautiful fish pond in the spring of 2012.
We stocked it with several colors of “goldfish” and six made it through last winter and this year. They were getting bigger.
That is a picture from June 2013.
While we live in a ravine, we’ve never had a problem with raccoons bothering our little fish community.
Last month, on my birthday, we were given five large goldfish — two white ones with what looked like diamonds on their side that we named “Razzle” and “Dazzle” and three large orange ones, including “Floater”.
If you recall, he or she is the one that had the swim bladder problem. Rather than swimming around like the others, it just lied around on the bottom on its side.
This is me feeding “Floater” peas to try to correct the problem.
A couple of days ago, Ray and I were out at the pond. He was cleaning the filter and I was clearing out leaves. I made the comment that it was odd that I didn’t see the fish and he was convinced that they were deep in the pond under the oak leaves and I bought it.
Today, there was no denying reality when I found this.
Yes, that’s a graphic picture. But, really, most of us are eating a turkey carcass today! The only difference is that the turkey is cooked.
Upon closer inspection, I confirmed that all of our fish are gone, except one. Here is the survivor in a picture from June 2013.
As I mentioned before, we’ve never had a raccoon problem and our fish were never threatened. Now, I know that with “Floater” being a very big, bright, handicapped beacon of vulnerability, it attracted unwanted attention.
There’s a part of me that wishes that someone came into our yard and stole our fish. Or, what if they were abducted by aliens for experiments?
It happened on “The X-Files” and “American Horror Story: Asylum”!
Joking aside, I’m very ticked off and sad. Raccoons are now at the top of my enemy list!
Rest in Peace, my fish, all 12 of you!