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Early Morning Intruder or The Aquatic Messiah's Resurrection

Dave and I had just turned off the lights in our bedroom and had laid our heads on the pillow when Freud started growling, next he began to bark, then Dave and I heard footsteps outside of our bedroom door. I am prone to worry and have a bit of a fear of the dark so my reaction of fright was not out of the ordinary. When Dave, however, grabbed my hand and whispered, "I think someone is in the house." I was immediately shaking and sick to my stomach. I begged Dave to stay in the room and then I insisted on following him. All we had to protect ourselves was a glass bottle.

We slowly left the security of our bedroom and began to look about the house, turning on every light we passed. Freud was sniffing around but not acting concerned which made me feel a bit better. Dave opened the closet door and just as he did I looked down on the floor and I saw our little Red Tail Pink Chelsea (fish) lying still in a tumbleweed of Freud hair that often litters our floors.

Dave quickly picked the little guy up and began to clean the hair off of him. He felt the slightest movement in the fish and put him into the water but it showed little sign of recovery at first. Dave kept rubbing him and attempting to move the fish in the way that it would normally do on its own. He slowly began to perk up though he was still floating upside down and on his side. We watched him for a bit, laughing at ourselves for the panic when clearly it was this fish that we had heard from our room. We congratulated each other and Freud in our attempts to save the little fish's life and then we decided to go back to bed and hope for the best.

When I awoke this morning the first thing I did was check on the Red Tail assuming I would find him dead and perhaps half eaten by our other 12 fish. I was delighted to find him fully recovered and swimming around just as before. Dave, Freud, and I feel like heroes and are certain we now have a ticket into God's golden gates. ;)

Due to the Red Tails miraculous resurrection we have decided to christen him Jesus (pronounced Hey-Zeus).