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WILDLIFE
water
SUPPLY
By Bob Lusk
Boy, when July and August roll around, my heart
skips a little bit. Invariably, the phone at Pond Boss
world headquarters will ring and
crocodile-sized tears will be streaming from the ear
piece. “My fish died — someone poisoned them!”
No doubt there will be a fish kill somewhere, somehow, but it’s usually the pond
owner who did it, not someone with a
bucket of some kind of lethal