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Sometimes I catch myself anthropomorphizing my fish. I see human emotions in them and I catch myself feeling bad if I'm a half hour late feeding them dinner, as though they're having a deep, existential conversation about the nature of hunger and how they're not free to make their own choices about when to eat.

Then I put some nori on a clip and my powder blue tang jealously guards his stash from that evil shadow tang that seems to live with the humans on their side of the glass, and frustratingly manages to mirror his every move.

And I think "right... gerbils with fins."