Massa arrived quite early this morning to help me catch my fish. I came home from a trip up to the high school giving Nan an extra chance to drive to find Massa already at work draining water from the pond. (Nan is trying hard to improve his driving skills so that he will pass on his next attempt at the drivers test.)
On the weekend, I purchased a used fish aquarium – 55 gallons, 48 inches long with a stand to put it on. Not a bad price except after we got it home we found that the light had broken. Purchasing a new light made it a little less of a fantastic deal. I would have talked them down a few more dollars if I had known. Oh well. What’s done is done.
Any way, the fish spent the day in a large pail. Nan helped me fill the tank when he came home from school and then we went driving again – this time to the pet store for the light and to get some more water conditioner. Fresh water was added to the pail so the fish could begin to adjust to new conditions but they were still in the pail.
After supper, Zaka asked every few minutes if we could put the fish in the aquarium yet. Finally I figured enough time had passed and that the moment of transfer had come. We netted the three fish that we had in the pail and off they went in a plastic bag to their new home. But I knew we had put four fish in that pail. Zaka and I went back to double check that we still didn’t have one fish in the bottom of the pail. Nope, nowhere to be found until — I began to search around the kitchen. On the floor, under one of the counter stools, there was one drying out fish gasping for air. I scooped him up and into the tank he went. A few minutes went by before he began to swim. Now, just by looking, you wouldn’t know he’d had a brush with death.
I think fish jump. This one surprised me with more vigour than I thought. He’s a survivor. So far. We will hope for the best overnight.