This week’s WTF?!? moment occurred when I ran across an article that mentioned fish pedicures.
Now, I pride myself on my ability to successfully distinguish a fish from a human in 9 out of 10 cases, via the simple observation that fish generally have no toes. So when I discovered that fish pedicures were apparently a “thing”, I was gobsmacked. I figured it must require extreme skill and outstanding manual dexterity (or perhaps some recreational pharmaceutical products) to locate and subsequently groom fish toes.
I was ’way off base, of course; but the reality is almost as worrisome: It seems that a ‘fish pedicure’ is actually done to human toes. The to-be-pedicured foot is submerged in a basin containing hungry carnivorous fish, which tidily nibble away all the dead skin.
My mature and well-thought-out response to this revelation was “EEEEEUWWWW!!!” immediately followed by, “There is NO F(ish)ING WAY I’d do that!” Which might actually be a sensible reaction, since it turns out that a woman lost all her toenails as a result of a fish pedicure. That doesn’t surprise me in the least. What amazes me is that anybody thought it was a good idea in the first place.
I mean, seriously: Hungry carnivorous fish. Human toes. What could possibly go wrong?
But maybe I’m just showing my plebeian roots. I grew up on a prairie farm, and in summer we swam in our backyard dugout. Leeches would attach themselves to any exposed skin and suck our blood if we stood still for even a few seconds; and just in case that’s not enough to give you nightmares, there was also some kind of water bug whose sadistic specialty was to get inside one’s bathing suit and inflict an agonizing bite on whatever they found there. (Remember, bathing suits cover all the tender bits. Just sayin’.)
I’ve mistrusted aquatic critters ever since; and now I have one more reason.
So the next fish that comes near me had better be sliced and served with a side of wasabi. Or pan-fried in butter; I’m not picky as long my teeth are sinking into the fish and not the other way around.
Brrr! *dons steel-toed boots, just in case*
Book 14 update: I’m already on Chapter 3, woohoo! And I just wrote a scene that may turn me off Gummi Bears forever. Such are the hazards of living inside my brain. *sigh*