I step a step closer, and then yet closer, and it isn’t exactly my mind but rather my hand - my right hand - that does what all it does next. That is, it pulls out the small fishing spoon-net from the box stuck away behind the aquarium, removes the brown plastic roof of the glass-box, dips it inside the water, and waves it to and fro. Somewhat mindlessly.
Everyone and everything react, but for IT.
I feel a bit back in control. It’s my aquarium, and inside my house, afterall! And in my city, my country… whatever! You get it.
It leaps and jumps and gets inside the net and sits in it, relaxed, and tells me with a gesture of an eye - and how it does it I can’t explain - to take it and IT out of it.