
Originally Posted by
king2005
I love my fish like family. They greet me when I come home & they like to chase my finger, they like to nibble my finger tip & when my hand is in the water, many of them come up & swim near my fingers, watch when I'm doing or nibble on my arm & tickle me. Many have names & many have outlived my RIP mammals. So I'm bonded with my fishy friends & there isn't anything worse then to have your friends blood on your hands, pants, shirt, & sometimes your face while your killing them. After you've killed them, you then have to look at their bloody mangled body, and have to clean up... Trust me, it's worse.
It sounds like you butcher the fish.
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