This wasn’t a project for the house – just something that had to be taken care of and we had already put it off for too long. That fish had to go and it had to go soon. ‘The Fish’ was never a bother, but after two years he just needed a bigger home!
About two years ago we were fishing in one of the ponds on Eglin and I pulled out a fish the size of a fifty cent piece! Really! It was only a little perch – home it came with us, sloshing around in a small amount of water in the cooler. That aquarium had been empty for awhile and would be the perfect home for this cute little baby. We set it up in the kitchen, plopped it in, fed it, talked to it, changed the water often, and watched it grow…for some time.
Every few months we talked about taking him back out to the pond to let him go – but that never happened. We moved to another city thirty miles away and ‘The Fish’ sloshed along in his aquarium with us. He was no worse for the wear and tear when he arrived at his new home, but he never made it into the house this time.
We set his home up on the carport right outside the kitchen door and Harry would feed him every morning when he fed Tigger – the cat – on his way out to work. Sometimes if he was running late he would call me on the way and ask, “Will you feed ‘The Fish’?” Of course I did, even though that was the most awful smelling food! ‘The Fish’ didn’t mind though. He gobbled up every morsel. We even made arrangements for our neighbor across the street to feed ‘The Fish’ when she fed Tigger if we had to be out of town. Thanks Judi!
One morning we noticed the top of the tank was ajar and Tigger’s water in his bowl was dirty so we believe a raccoon had tried to have ‘The Fish’ for a late night snack. After that we were careful to keep the top secured tightly on the aquarium.
Kids loved to tap on his home and ask what kind of fish he was. They were intrigued when we told them ‘The Fish’ was a product from one of the ponds on Eglin and then exclaimed, “cool!” or “awesome!” Some would have taken him home if we had offered.
Well, Saturday we decided that it was time to make the short drive to Anderson Pond and let ‘The Fish’ go. After all he had lived for two years in that tank and had grown about six-seven inches. It was time…time to see the real world and see how his relatives lived! Off we went with him again sloshing around in a cooler for the third time in the bed of the truck. We carried him along a trail and let him loose in a hidden area hoping he would have a chance to survive. ‘The Fish’ just swam out of that cooler off into the pond like he knew it was his new home! That made us happy.
You see he never did have a real name…we just called him ‘The Fish’.
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