So my 5 year old son and I are walking around the block this AM with my neighbor and his 4 year old son. My son suggests they head over to our back yard to check out Daddy's eel tank. I'm standing in my driveway BSing with my neighbor when my neighbor's son comes around the corner as if he was being chased by a bear, I mean he's really screaming
Little did I know my son pays very close attention to my eel tactics, particularly the tank cleaning. Before attempting to clean the tank out by dumping it over on the ground, he neglected to remove the two dozen hand selected beauties and everything simply washed over the steep embankment behind my house and into the heavy brush.
Knowing the importance of this event, he immediately summoned me to the back yard where I observed the last eel slithering away into the leaves. He informed me his new little friend was very scared and ran away, around the other side of the house so the eels wouldn’t eat him
Anyways, armed with a leaf rake and bottle of IPA, I searched the accident site and recovered nearly every last eel.
Afterwards I praised my little guy for doing the right thing and telling me right away. He chuckled as the last eel plopped safely back into the holding tank, albeit a little bewildered.