I made the mistake of starting “fink update-all” on my Mac OS X system early this morning, expecting to wait a few minutes and then head off to work. It was to be a short day, since I have a singing engagement about 90 km away from home, and I wanted to get home to eat and possibly to change first. That plan was shot down when the fink update kept going, and going,…
I called in to the office to say I would be late, and that I would be in for a meeting at 11 no matter what, but a short time later I got a call to let me know that the meeting was postponed for a day so that I could take care of my problem and stay home. That was fortunate – I babysat for most of the day, with the update finally completing around 4 pm.
I slipped out around lunch time to pick up some supplies for the pond at Big Al’s Aquarium Services. I bought some water hyacinth and water lettuce, which should grow reasonably well in the time left this summer, and intended to buy a couple of comet goldfish. Instead, I was persuaded by the sales person to buy four paradise fish. Big mistake!
These fish are a variety of gourami, and I had good luck with gourami in an indoor aquarium, so I figured I would give them a try in the barrel ponds. I released them about two pm and spent a half hour watching them swim around. They were hard to see against the black of the pond liner, but they came to the surface from time to time and were pleasant to watch. Remember, fink was still running, so eventually I went back inside the house to check on progress.
When I came back out a half hour later I was surprised to see one – no, two – three! fish on the ground! Paradise fish are jumpers! I scooped them up and dumped them back into the upper barrel, and two kicked rather sluggishly and swam away. The other dropped like a stone to the bottom of the pool. I waited a couple of minutes, but there was no recovery, so I grabbed a net from the basement aquarium and took him (I figure any fish dumb enough to jump to a concrete floor has to be male) to the compost heap, leaving him by the side of the composter. I took the net back into the house, and when I returned, the fish was gone. Some bird is presumably having a treat!
I’m a little annoyed at Big Al’s, but I’ll still go back and pick up a couple of comets. Perhaps when I let them know what happened, I’ll get a discount on the comets. Meanwhile, it’s anyone’s guess how long it’ll be before the paradise fish make another (stupid) break for freedom.