Beyond the physical and mental toll of actually moving your stuff, do you know what the worst part of moving is for me? Moving a tank of fish. We’ve contemplated getting rid of them many times; either giving them away to the local Chinese restaurant or dumping them into a Koi pond not far from where we live. There are a few other options I’ve contemplated, but , of course, would never broach with my wife.
We’ve had these damn things for over 15 years. They were originally a present to my son when he was a toddler. They were feeder fish, about .25 cents apiece. They are now as big as kraken. When they’re hungry, they bring themselves to the top of the tank and stick their heads above water. My wife can feed them individually. If I try to do this, they swallow my arm, up to the elbow. The cats won’t go near them for fear of being gulped whole.
We’ve had to move them a few times in the past and it’s a bitch, yet we’ll keep them. For now.
