Thursday, June 24, 2010

One Stone

Our pond, right now, is super gross. It needs a good cleaning.

(Even worse, Raible will try to get drinks of water out of the brown pool. We have to shout at her, and then we feel bad because she thinks she did something wrong, which she did, but...you get the picture...)

What could possibly make the pond any grosser? Leaves and whirly gigs from oak trees fall into the pond, cook in the hot sun, and create a noxious stew.

As I was mowing the lawn, I came across two bodies floating in the water. Two little bird bodies. You know how the saying goes, right? 

"It's like killing two birds with one stone."

I never expected to find those two victims floating in my pond. 

I had to don my big black rubber gloves, I pulled out the tiny rake in from the shed, the little thing with the bright red handle, and used the rake to scoop them out. I laid them in a Kohl's plastic bag, and then tied the bag up tight. Then, I began to panic. My gloves didn't really touch the birds, but the rake did. To clean up, I did a clever bit. I hosed everything down with straight vinegar. Straight vinegar is a great bacteria killer. Any bacteria that had infested my tools are now dead. 

Only one question now remains: Who threw the stone?