An hour ago, while swimming, we snagged on a net. With great difficulty, but for absolutely no reason, we hauled it out of the lake. Inside the net were a few medium-sized crucian carps and a large rotan. A rotan is this vile alien fish that foolish people released into the lake twenty years ago. And it devoured all the others, because it has a very big head, and, true to its name, mouth.
And the net we hauled out belonged to someone else. Unfortunately, the owners walked up just at the moment we were carrying the net away, and started a confrontation. I'm not particularly timid nowadays, so I tried to explain to them that setting nets is forbidden. In response, the pumped-up meathead promised to send me to the hospital for a long time, to eat little pills. I really wanted to say that this time he'd definitely end up doing time himself, since they didn't give him any for petty theft last time. However, I was alone, there were two of them, and a broken jaw is a very unpleasant thing.
And still I worry that I'm not too brave. Because it's sickening to listen to threats from all sorts of halfwits. Besides, the fish in the lake have become really scarce. Now it's clear why.
The Net
2006-07-13