Some people might regard the new law as Swiss silliness (this is, after all, the same country that already had made it unconstitutional to flush a goldfish down the toilet) a lot of others will applaud it. PETA, for instance. And my ex-wife, for another instance.
While we still were married, I went fishing one day and unexpectedly caught a catfish. Because I didn’t have a stringer, I brought it home in a bucket of water. As I laid it on the chopping block and prepared to fillet it, she walked into the kitchen.
“What are you doing to that fish?” she yelled.
‘Last class’ creates plenty more room for concern
“I’m going to fillet and roll it in cornmeal,” I replied.
“But it’s still alive,” she protested.
“That’s why I’m holding this big knife.”
“Do you have to kill it?”
“I suppose we could wait until it dies of natural causes. It could get gill cancer or something.”
She grabbed the fish, carried it to the basement and gently deposited it into a stationery tub filled with cool water, where it splashed around for the next three days enjoying the worms she dug up for it in the back yard.
By the fourth day the fish showed no signs of expiring, so I put it back into the pail and returned it to the lake. Where it probably died laughing.
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