I hate my pond-when we bought our house it was there in the backyard but we didn’t know about it since it was the dead of winter when we signed all the paperwork. The night before we move in, the snow has melted and most of the water has drained itself out of the pond, so we’re standing there in 40-degree weather filling the damn thing back up so the eight fish that were left behind won’t die (what can I say-we’re softies).
Fast-forward sixteen months later—the pump clogs with algae, I’ve spent loads of money on chemicals to clear up the algae and other stuff, we forget to feed them on a regular basis, and only ONE FISH HAS DIED. There is nothing better I’d like to do than find good homes for the other seven fish, drain it, and fill it in, but I think we’re stuck with it forever.
