Fish Hit

Say that three times fast willya?

Today I had a bright idea. Like a lot of my bright ideas, physics does not (in my mind) come into play. This makes for a few "uh oh" moments.

Today was no exception.

A few days ago I found a dead fish on the deck. He had flopped out of the makeshift "pond" (ie: blue plastic barrel) John made for the neighbor boy to fish in, as the real pond was full of tadpoles.

I chucked the fish into the tadpole pond, thinking the turtle in there might want a snack.

When I came home that afternoon I could not see the dead fish for the FEEDING FRENZY of tadpoles surrounding it.

Thing discovered: Tadpoles will eat a dead fish to the bones.

Yesterday as I was cleaning out the freezer I found a Ziploc bag of "bait" fish John had thrown in there and forgotten.

I took a couple and chucked them into the pond.

Today when I came home from work, the taddies had hardly touched the fish, but not for a lack of trying.

Here comes my bright idea--sans physics.

I thought, "If I hit that dead fish with a rock, it will squish and then the tadpoles can get to the good stuff without having to fight all those scales."

Know what happens when you hit a dead fish with a rock?

Splatter City. All over my shirt and pants with "fish hit".

I had to laugh at my stench-covered self, as I hurried into the house to get to the laundry room as soon as possible.

Sure glad Eli wasn't home, I'd never live that one down.