I guess I sort of understand that, then. On the other hand though I think I would feel sick everytime I came across the carcass and was reminded of what once was.
The most I ever spent on a fish was $150 which for what he was (golden dwarf eel) was an incredible deal (usually they're quite a bit more), but he was a terribly unhappy fish in my care. Wouldn't eat, wouldn't eat, wouldn't eat, after 4 months he finally found his way out of the tank he was in and dried up somewhere (took me a while to find him, yech). I think if I kept him in the freezer I would just be reminded of how I felt that day.
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My next hobby will be flooding my basement while repeatedly banging my head against a brick wall and tearing up $100 bills. Whee!
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