Farmers and ranchers have been known to put goldfish in their stock tanks to control mosquito larvae and algae. I've always wanted to try this but for one reason or another have never gotten around to it. Then Danni mentioned on her blog last week that Mr. Goldy was celebrating his fourth anniversary in her stock tank. I looked at the pictures of her pristine stock tank, then I looked at the deplorable condition of my stock tank, then I went to the fish store. Who knew my tiny town even had a fish store? And it was right there on the way to the Walmart.
Anyway, the very nice proprietor said this was a good time of year to acclimate a fish to a stock tank, and she showed me my options:
the small and seemingly helpless five-for-a-dollar variety ("they grow real fast," she said), or the big and strong one-for-$7.50 specimen.
I went for the big guy. My confidence in his ability to survive grew as I listened to him noisily splashing around in his bag all the way home. He seemed like he would be able to hold his own against the herd and the elements.
He was still alive by the time we made it back to the ranch, which I took as a good sign.
Lucy: What do you mean I have to share you with yet another herdmate?
There was a collective "WTF?" when I showed him to the boys.
Alan: I've never tasted sashimi but I hear it's pretty good.
George: Danni, I'm gonna get you for this.
Fish: Where's all that algae you promised? I'm getting hungry here.
Fish: No fair! You didn't tell me a cat was part of the deal. Bait and switch!
I wanted to give Fish a proper start in his new life, so I scrubbed and refilled the stock tank before moving him to his home.
I used my "pocket hose" (as seen on TV) for the first time. Actually, I didn't see it on TV, I saw it at the Walmart,
but I am so stinkin' sick of self-kinking hoses, I thought I'd give this new-fangled thing a try. So far, so good.
Hank was the first to investigate and didn't seem to mind the company. Nobody likes to drink alone.
Alan was too busy navigating the mud to worry about a silly fish.
George: Holy carp!
George: Is it me or does the water taste like fish poop?
As I write this post Sunday night, I'm happy to report that Fish survived his first 36 hours at the ranch.
I'll give it another week before working on a name.