After a week of scheming, plotting, stakeouts and setting ingenious traps (including a galunggong as bait, which in retrospect was a plan doomed from the start since it was like expecting a gourmand to choose tuyo after a diet of blue marlin), the bird finally fell.
In the end, it wasn’t the clever net that trapped him or the bells that scared him away. It was our enraged househelp Anna, who saw it and chased it with a bamboo pole without any qualms. She isn’t exactly what you would call a ray of sunshine to begin with and it was unfortunate for the bird that it was the first thing she was early in the morning. Despite its cleverness (it was, after all, able to figure out a way inside the net by removing the objects that weighed it down), a grumpy Anna with a stick was the most formidable opponent it probably ever had and will face in its life.
It kindda gives me the creeps. There’s something about the look in its eye that’s…fishy, for lack of a better word (no pun intended). It’s like it knows something we don’t. A mate which will cause havoc in its stead?
Total Koi body count: 10.
May they swim in peace.
