Taking advantage of a gorgeous weekend, I cleaned up the pond. It’s not a big deal and I enjoy being outside. It’s downright therapeutic!
Although fish become very sluggish and dormant over the winter, they poop. The eat algae and any submerged plants and they poop.
When I close the pond for the winter, shutting down the waterfall and inserting the bubbler, I left all the submerged plants as is. I wanted to be sure that there was enough food.
All that is now poop.
Pond sludge at the bottom smells like those brackish water places where crabs love to live at the seashore. When I was small I used to think it was stinky. As you come to enjoy crabmeat you get over the fact that they eat poop.
Somehow recycled poop, when done by a crab, is quite tasty. Cleaning up the pond always makes me hungry for crab cakes. Pavlov would be so proud.
One of my frogs, who also is a world-class winter pooper, was hanging vertical from the top of the water. Last time I saw a frog do that, it was dead. When I approached it with my scooper, he took off. Obviously he had visions of having his legs breaded and deep-fried and thought better of it.
Just for the record, we don’t eat frog legs in this house. It would be like eating the cats. Frogs are our friends.
In the middle of this poop cleaning, I decided that the weather was too hot for the long heavy jeans, sock and sweatshirt I had on so I lightened up.
In addition to discovering several inches of sludge in the pond and dangling frogs that look dead, I discovered that my legs are the whitest of whites. They are downright dazzling.
You need sunglasses to gaze upon them. How did they get this white?
Last night I lathered them up with a self-tanner, toasted my frogs (not literally) with a margarita and enjoyed the delightful day. Too bad I didn’t have crab cakes!