Yes, I did Google to see if they would eat my fish. Mr. Google said they would not.
Well, by the time I got home from work that night Jack and Diane had moved on. I went out to feed the fish. I called them (yes, they come to eat when I call), I dibbled my fingers in the water to get their attention, no fish. They were gone.
Well. Evidently they hadn't checked with Mr. Google!
The water quality had been plagued by suspended silt for the last two years so I decided I would just let it evaporate down and take the opportunity to clean up the pond and do a water change. Making Lemonade. You may recall I abandoned my rubber boots in Pennsylvania so I could fit rolls of vintage wallpaper in my suitcase. I spotted these red boots in my size at The Bins. Score! I brought them home and bleached the insides and scrubbed the outsides and got ready for pond cleaning. Every night I checked the water level to make sure the pump wasn't exposed.
When the pond got down to about a foot deep I spotted the fish. They were all huddled together, under the water poppies, in one corner. A hundred fish in about 18 square inches. Jack and Diane had just scared the jeepers out of them! I called Husband to come quick.
Him: I'll get the hose!
Me: I'll get the food!