It was kind of ironic, as just last week I was asking Will if he thought Cleaver (our little mosquito-larvae-eatin'-guppy-of-a-fish) could ever get caught in the spout of our water tank that we use for doing laundry.
Well, on Sunday morning I was doing laundry as usual, filling up my washing basin, and all of a sudden the water stopped. I got up and looked in the tank, and there was plenty of water (it is the rainy season now). Then I looked at my bin, then I looked in the tank again....... and then it dawned on me that Cleaver was no where to be seen in the tank. Feelings of panic rushed to my head. I stood up, not knowing what to do.....then finally came to the realization that Cleaver, was most likely caught in the spout.
Will said to stick something up the spout. I grabbed an old tooth brush, but it couldn't reach that far back. Then poo came around the corner, and we told him what we thought had happened; he then grabbed a small stick, stuck it up there---and sure enough....first came out one fin, then came out Cleaver... scales all scraped up but still flopping around in pain.
I felt horrible; but Will joked that we'd be having fish for lunch.
He was still movin around a bit, albeit sore we decided to put him in the tank to see if he'd make it through the night. He made it through the night...and seems to still be swimmin' around today.
I'm not sure if he was just sucked into the spout, or if he was trying to find a path to freedom. Hard sayin not knowin.... but hopefully he learned his lesson.
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