Oddly, a mink stole my birthday fish. I'm sorry, but it's just so strange I had to start with the punchline. I'm obsessed with waterlife, I should tell you. We used to live in Marina del Rey, & I spent at least 2 hours every single day staring into the waters, silently adoring & greeting the moon jellies, the fish, the occasional small shark, Carson the sea lion & once, my most favorite, a softball-sized octopus. And hands-down the most beautiful thing I have ever, ever seen.
But back to my birthday. We only catch minnows at our dock. It's an availability thing. And I only paint my toes once a year. Not for my birthday, but there was a bit of red left on my toes, which were tickling, &, "Oh my gosh, net, Net, a perch, A Perch is eating my toes!" And then, Love handed me a net & "Happy Birthday to me!!!"
You can't tell from the picture, but he's huge! Compared to a minnow, he's giant. A REAL fish. Wow. And this is a small plastic wheelbarrow. That is now empty. Because an honest-to-goodness mink ran out of the woods, reached in and stole it.