My dear sweet boyfran is a bio major at Campbell University. He's taking a class this semester in which he has to teach a lab to his entire class. The lab he chose involves taking goldfish, immobilizing them in a wet cotton-filled cradle and putting different chemicals on them to see how their circulation reacts as viewed by a high-powered microscope.
I feel bad for the critters. I mean, I understand full well that they get scared for a couple seconds, then forget why they're scared, then get scared again, lather, rinse, repeat, because they have the memory of... Well, of goldfish.
I made the keen observation that all of the fish are swimming in a lopsided manner around the tank, and, if possible, look more bewildered than usual. When I told my boss that he may be getting defective fish (he's going to adopt them into his pond when they're done being experimented upon), he told me that that's just how goldfish behave in their off season.
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I don't buy it. I'm secretly hoping that the fish will make a Finding Nemo-esque escape tonight into the drain by their tank. Follow the drain to freedom, my fishy friends. The open ocean awaits. Or the Cape Fear river, however far you get before you forget where you're going.
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Here's to the fish...And, why is my brother torturing poor little critters that never did anything to him?
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