We have a small water feature in our backyard, a pot buried almost to its rim. That's it up above. It looks a lot better in the summer when the water lettuce are healthy. There's a small water pump which doesn't show in this shot.
In the pot we keep a few goldfish. Last winter, which was colder than usual, they all died, so this spring I bought five and put them in the pot. We fed them and they grew and thrived.
Over the summer, two disappeared, leaving us with a total of three. I assumed raccoons.
And then one morning I went out to feed the fish and counted five. They were all the same size and we hadn't seen any minnows, so their appearance was astonishing. "Did somebody dump their fish in our pot?" I wondered.
Last August, alas, all the fish disappeared. I kept feeding them for several days anyway. The food floated on the surface for a long time, uneaten. I couldn't find any of the fish when I moved the water lettuce around. And then... And then...
One morning I came out to find all five fish floating dead atop the water. I buried them. I mourned. I moved on.
And of course, I stopped feeding them.
This morning, Marianne spotted a fish in the pot. And then a second one. I looked, and there they were.
Is somebody playing with my head? Are we getting drizzles of Fortean fish-rain? Is it possible that God has a weird sense of humor?
This is worse than New Math.