Bless me father for I have sinned...
... if you consider murder an actual sin that is.
Last October I wrote this story about how my boys bought their sister some nice little fishies for her birthday, and how instead of putting them in an aquarium we decided to let them enjoy the natural setting of our backyard pond, and how quickly they multiplied from 4 to about 15, and how confused we were about what to do with them at the end of the year before winter set in.
Well, apparently in my world "confused" means - do nothing and hope they beat the odds of freezing into solid fish-cicles, because that's exactly what I did.
And how did that work out? See for yourself... this is what we found yesterday morning.
After the frozen block of ice we used to call a pond finally thawed out this week (yes I know it's mid April thank you) this little guy broke free from his icy trap and floated to the surface.
And then another one yesterday afternoon.
And still another one last night!
It's like some kind of B horror movie where dead people keep popping out the ground and showing up on the surface to haunt the irresponsible people who caused them to die in the first place. No wait, it's not like a movie at all... THAT'S EXACTLY HOW IT IS!!!
Crap. I wonder how many Hail Mary's I'll have to say to get out of this one.