I don't mean swim-in-the-ocean-fish, I mean live-in-a-tank-fish. And the fish-lovers say, "But they have soothing effects on the mind, caring for a tank is a great form of therapy," yada-yada-yada. That, I'm convinced, is a complete bunch of mularky.
Need to sooth your mind?...take a nap. A nap sounds like a much better, mind-regenerating option. If you're watching a tank, how can you NOT think about the next time you'd have to stick you hand in there with all those slimy critters to clean their home? In that kind of small, enclosed space, chances are one of those things is going to slime the hand that feeds/cleans them. *shudder*
Now, all this just to say, my six year old is buying a fish. Not just any fish. He's buying a Beta fish.~~Creepy little Japanese water-dwellers, that masquerade as pretty, therapeutic pets. These things have the Napoleon gene. They watch with their protuberant, little, black eyes from their miniscule tanks as you go about your daily tasks . They're plotting. Plotting what? Well, who knows? They're fish. Plans to escape won't go far and plans for world domination seem beyond the capability of something whose brain is smaller that the freckle on my left arm. But plotting they are I tell you...
And still I said yes to the fish. It must be love...or insanity. Maybe a combination of both....or it might be part of the Beta's world domination plan.........
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