Oh my goodness! Just what I don’t need. Another addiction to mess with. It’s koi fish for our pond. I can’t go by the PetSmart store without pulling in, going to the fish section and selecting six more koi at twelve bucks a pop while I’m quietly whispering the Serenity Prayer.
Back at the pond, now loaded with koi, I sit on my rock and watch the action. It’s mating time, and the boys are getting feisty. They chase down the ladies, bump them against the rock edges until their eggs drop, and then the guys fertilize the eggs immediately. A week later, a whole new crop of tiny, tiny koi are swimming around the pond. It’s all pretty exciting.
There must be better ways of investing my time, but addictive behaviors are hard to break. I can sit on my rock for hours while the grass stays unmowed and the dirty dishes stack up in the sink. My friends don’t call me anymore. I don’t care. I have koi on my mind.
I’m certain there is a lesson in this sad story. I just don’t have time to figure it out.
Bathroom research