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.
