We got fish. That’s not the something. We got fish a few weeks ago: two goldfish for our garden pond. They disappeared, weren’t seen for days.
Oh dear, we thought. Oh dear. The fish are dead, or unhappy, or dying, or dead.
A rare glimpse of an orangey shadow once gave us hope. But it was gone before we knew it, back to the skulking depths. Oh dear.
But THEN... then it happened. We saw them! Teeny, tiny and virtually transparent:
So that’s what was going on down there, heh heh…
I shared the joyous news with The Daughter on her recent return from New Zealand, and this was her response.
We’ve since discovered that adult goldfish are commonly known to eat their own babies because ‘they just can’t help themselves.’