I still can’t believe I stuck my feet in the water with hundreds of hungry little fish. Almost as astonishing is how eagerly they scraped decades worth of accumulated crud off every surface I had lowered into the pool.
At first, I couldn’t even look down. Acknowledging the presence of the fish would mean I’d have to come to grips with the fact that they were gnawing on me. Then I finally stole a glance. Then another. And another. After a while it even became enjoyable. No, not really. It was still horrible.
The end result, however, was pretty amazing. Never having had experienced anything remotely resembling a pedicure I was shocked by how silky smooth every bit of skin on my feet had become.
Would I do it again? Probably not. I’m still not sure what I was thinking.