As I've said before, I'll try almost anything once, as long as it's legal. And I don't have to eat raw tomatoes while doing it.A fish pedicure* asked my sister, as we visited in Maryland this weekend? OK, why not.Here's sister Marla when she first placed her tootsies in the tank.You get used to the feeling. After a while.Here's her feet with all the sweet little orangey fish at work.Here's the fish I got in my tank. Larger. Fatter, Why? I have no idea. They were hungry though.Have I grossed you out yet? It felt tingly. I asked the women working there what the difference is between our two kinds of fish . We had a tiny bit of language barrier settling the question. The most I got is sis's do lots of ticklish picking and mine are more like bigger biters (explained with sort of a ping pong sucking sound).You probably think my pedicurist is laughing as she fans because I'm taking so many pictures. But , you would be wrong. Are you ready? She was cracking up because I'd just admitted this is the first time I've ever had a pedicure.Mission accomplished. I can barely stop admiring my fish-massaged, bright & shiny digits.FYI- dudes do not be afraid . This could be a macho pedicure experience. Maybe skip the polish.* fyi, we had more reasonable fees than the prices quoted in that article.
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