Tropical Depression 5 hit big time today and went right for our jugular: our new pets.
Blackie and Fire Star were nearly swept right out of their pond today when rising water levels came close to sweeping them into the tiny rivers and ponds forming all over the courtyard.
It was raining cats and dogs so I thought, "I better check on the fish in case their water level gets too high and they can just swim--whoa! Holy crap!" Blackie and Star Fire were literally eye level with the top of their pond walls, peering over like, "What's out there? Let's go see!"
The pet store guy warned us this could happen. He said, "They could just swim right out." In New Orleans, people must lose their coy like this every day.
I had to run out in the pounding rain and lightning and fill up bucket after bucket of water until the level was back down. I didn't waste it all, though. I used one bucket's worth to water the indoor plants who looked might jealous of the shrubbery outside.
Flooding here is no joke. It rained the night before last and Elbow said it was crazy trying to get to work the next day. Whole streets were under water and people were walking in puddles up to their waists! Even crazier is that he said no one really knew what to do about it. They all sat in their cars, all dammed up waiting for God to come down with a huge vacuum or something. You would think that here, of all places in the U.S., they might have a plan. But that's N'awlins.
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| Our genius fish trying to eat rain drops |
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| The puddle that B and SF were eyeing |
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| Tropical paradise |
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