I mentioned previously on this blog that we had found ourselves living in a house with its very own fishpond. Suddenly pet-count was up from 1 to 32. Like, approximately.
Ponds are a genuinely bad idea. To top it off previous owners had drawn electricity to pond using totally insane and utterly illegal methods. Our electrician could not believe his eyes. Bill to fix; hefty. We death-defyingly left electrical mess as was.
Then suddenly had light bulb moment. Placed ad on gumtree re free fish, available for pick up. For some inexplicable reason we had loads of interest.
Fish are gone.
Woop.
But.
Two remain.
In the "hospital pond". This is a second, much smaller, pond built by previous owners. No electricity.
Anyway. Two sick fish. Asked hubby to kill them. Asked many times. Nagged, you could say. Until this morning. Argued. Shouted. Kill the damn fish. Dammit.
Hubby decided to call me on it. Why him? Why can't I kill them? He's a fricking vegan. Couldn't think of anything to say so before I knew what was happening, had said fine. Fine. I will kill them. But never ask me how I did it.
How the freaking hell am I going to kill two fish???
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