Catching a bite...
Squirmophobes, beware, this one's a tickler. I'll admit, sans exaggeration that I laughed for a solid 7 minutes upon my initial plunge. My chingu (Korean for "friend") Matt put the feeling perfectly, "It feels like a million electric shocks," kind of like your feet have fallen asleep and are now waking up from the outside-in. Albeit, the concept is a little gross -- the same fish that have sucked the skin off of everyone else that day are now regurgitating their fungi all over your peds. Similar to the AIDS transmitting mosquito myths, I get it. Though some have advised me to preserve my own personal hygiene, I did not heed their warnings.
The friendly attendant gave my piggies a thorough hose-down pre- and post-fish feast. Call me naive, but this reassured my germ worries. Afterwards, I was even given an anti-bacterial spray-down. So they have their bases covered.
All-in-all, I got a little tickle, exfoliation and pseudo-exotic spa treatment in one stop. Though the fish didn't visibly rid my rugged feet of absolutely all af their extra-dermis, it was worth the dough, for sure. You may wonder, What kind of fish are these? Guppies? Goldfish? Algae-eaters? And I shall answer, Doctor Fish.
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