Early morning, a week or so ago. I’d just come downstairs, in my yoga clothes, ready for my daily strenuous yet peaceful and contemplative Ashtanga practice. Before I rolled out my mat, I glanced out the front windows at the pond, as I always do. Ripples! Oh, what kind of lovely ducks are visiting today? I wondered. Or maybe it’s a Great Blue Heron?
And then I saw it.
I flung on some sandals and ran outside, shouting and clapping my hands. “No!” I yelled. “Get out of here!”
The five-foot-long river otter, who had just finished pulling a bright orange goldfish out of the water, stared back at me. Then it hissed, and growled.
I hissed and growled back.
Unimpressed, it then caught and ate another fish.