Enter Phill, now known as muckmaster. He, along with our friend TopDirtyDog, netted the fist, transferred the buggers to a holding pond, and removed the
Phill found the hole, but rain prevented us from patching it that evening. We worried that fish would run out of oxygen or that stress from warmer water would cause their demise. Our worries were confirmed when four fish succumbed. We can only blame White Dragon for one.
Yesterday we managed to transfer the fish back to the sealed pond. The patch is holding. The smell no longer lingers. The loss of the fish? We can handle it as the original five we purchased six years ago have multiplied to three dozen.