Little Fish, Big Fish

A several years ago Adrian and I dug a big hole in our backyard....Weeks of sweaty manual labor transformed the hole into a pond....We went to the store and got some little koi fish to live in the pond....
After much deliberation, we named the three little orange fish Orangie, Spottie and Cappie. The spotted black fish we named Blackie. I know what you are thinking...the lamest names EVER! But all I can say in our defense is that we were delirious from digging dirt and hauling rocks for weeks on end. Later on I wanted to change the names of the orange ones to Violet, Klaus and Sunny Baudelaire and Count Olaf for the spotted black one, but Adrian would have absolutely nothing to do with that. If you don't know who the Baudelaires are, I strongly encourage you to read these books. They are insanely clever and delightfully macabre (the books, not the fish).....When the pond looks like this....We hack a hole in the ice, scoop out the fish and move them to a fish tank in our basement for the winter where they watch me feed the cat and wash clothes. As the years have gone by, the pond plants (which also spend the winter inside) have grown....And the garden plants have matured.....And the little fish..... have turned into bigger fish....big hungry fish...very hungry fish...