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Image: New York Public Library
By Betsy J. Green
At the foot of Ortega Hill in March 1918, Mr. F.W. Myers stepped outside to look at a rainstorm and was pelted with a live fish — “between 10 and 11 inches in length.” Holy carp! That’s a big fish. The paper reported that Mrs. Myers was home at the time, but did not mention any signs of marital discord, so she was not suspected of being a fish flinger. “The opinion … is that the fish was … a flying fish which … had been caught up in the high winds.”
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We just measure the rain now, because it was so hard to maintain the old fish gauges.
It was reel good.
If you get Exocoetidae about this kind of thing, there’s a yearly festival in Yoro, Honduras.
To my downvoting friends:
I regret that my Anglish
Was causing you anguish
But felt I was on a roll.
Perhaps in days hences
You’ll come to your senses
And give up on being a troll.
Bottom feeders.