|I think they’re pretending to be killer whales, waiting for a
baby seal to fall through the ice so they can eat it.
It’s another thing altogether to leave them outside when the forecast looks like this:
Especially when your fish live in an unheated barrel on an 8th-floor balcony. I mean, seriously. A week of sub-freezing temperatures risks turning that thing into a solid ice cube — and although it may be true that, from a financial perspective, I should be more worried about saving my water lily than the goldfish (the former cost $40; the latter, $0.25 each), I still can’t help feeling a little horrified at the thought of finding once-living fish-bodies in said ice cube.
So into the fridge they go. That way I don’t have to worry about losing counterspace or seeing their little strings of poo, and they don’t have to worry about drastic temperature fluctuations between indoors and outdoors. It’s a win-win for everyone.
|Think of it as fish tourism:
“Here on the left we have a gallon of milk.”
And if I hear any complaining about cramped quarters or how distressing it is to have the light flash on every time I open the door, I’ll just show them this photo of their currently very frozen home.
|I’m considering inviting some polar bears to live on the ice
during the winter months, since apparently it’s all melting up north.