So what about evolution? We did have a fierce drought for a number of years. Maybe some of our local fish evolved the ability to locomote between pools in search of better pickins, like a Chinese lungfish. I’ve been known to do that when the beer runs out. Anybody seen any goldfish waiting at a crosswalk?
Maybe they really are demon fish, come up from hell to suck our eyeballs. But it seems like demon fish would have red eyes and sulfurous emanations bubbling from their tailpipes. That sometimes is an adequate description of the dogs, but not the fish. I don’t think that’s very likely.
Applying Sherlock’s razor, the only theory I am left with is that they are Space Fish, crossed
over from an alternate universe. I’m having a little trouble working out why they aren’t made out of angles and speak pidgin English like Bizarro Superman, but I think this is a soluble problem.
Listening to: Laffitte Don’t Fail Me Now from the album “A Series of Sneaks” by Spoon