After a year and a half of gently suggesting, hinting, nagging and finally melting down completely, my darling husband cemented in the rocks on the top of our pond. I was thrilled beyond belief! Hurray! One part of one project done! Yahoo!
My koi pond was a Mother's Day gift a year and a half ago. I really love it. The sound of the waterfalls is incredibly soothing and the koi are so happy to see me in the morning...yeah, yeah, I know it's because I have the food.
Unfortunately, the glee and giddiness were short lived, for within an hour one of my big beauties was belly up. "The fish are dying! The fish are dying!" I tore through the house looking for my now-not so darling husband. "You used the wrong water in the pond! You spilled cement into the water!" Poor guy; I was crazed.
We probably looked like the Keystone Cops as we quickly gathered up buckets (too small), trash cans (too narrow), bathtub? (too desparate) in an attempt to get the fish out of the pond. In the end, we put the poor dying fish into a trash can filled with water and there he took his final gasps.
Together, we stood there staring at the remaining fish waiting to see which would be the next to go. They were fine. We'll never know, but our assumption is that this one fish got too greedy for his own good and perhaps a tiny bit of cement fell into the pond and he ate it.
So there we were with one very dead fish.
Now, my experience with dead fish (the pet kind, not the eating kind) is that they get flushed down the toilet. Somehow I didn't even have to measure to know that this was not going to be the case this time.
This is the fish that came home from the pet store in a little plastic bag.
So, I dug a nice hole, went to Lowes and bought a lovely new rose bush, put the fish in the bottom of the hole and planted that bush smack on top of him!
It's just another form of composting, but my dog's been looking a little nervous ever since!
