Right out of the pond. I'm not kidding! 8 healthy, beautiful, fat goldies. G.G. is beside himself, as am I. They were pets, those little swimmers. We're thinking it was a hawk or a coyote. Turns out they're everywhere, and they're always hungry. The alternative is that they staged an escape themselves, but since they hadn't come to us with demands for a bigger pond, more food, more pond plants, or any of that stuff? We're pretty sure they didn't think this up. Also, if our worst fears are true and someone actually came into our backyard with an intent to purloin said fishies, and carried through with their nefarious plan? We'd really lose faith in our neighbors. Just sayin'. Fishies, may you R.I.P. May you swim in a pond full of love and other happy fish for eternity.