Until a year ago I was under the impression that the lifespan of the average household goldfish went something like this:
Day 1 - purchase 49 cent goldfish (or, alternately, lob a ping pong ball into a jar and bring one home from the fair in a cruelly small baggie)
Day 2 - admire goldfish swimming enthusiastically around the bowl
Day 3 - note that goldfish has developed a serious list
Day 4 - flush goldfish down the toilet
But that was before I had outdoor goldfish. They still started out as 49 centers. But, now, after two years and two seasons under several inches of ice they are hale and hearty and lookin' for love. According to ehow.com, it isn't easy to determine the gender of the average goldfish. However, I'm pretty sure I have 3 males and one female since Goldie was being hotly pursued by Larry, Moe, and Curly last weekend. Larry (or maybe it was Moe or Curly) sidled up to her and shimmied most alluringly. I'm counting on being a Grandma again, soon.
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You mean to say that fish freeze in place--then come back to life when the ice thaws? Oh my Gawd!!! Are there brilliant teams of superfunded cryogenics scientists furiously studying 24/7/365.25 how 49-cent goldfish achieve this feat?
And if not, why not?
I await enlightenment.
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