When I bury the floating artificial seaweek that my Betta-Max (fish) digs out occcasioally, I use a plastic fork because it works well. Betta-Max likes to play around the fork while I’m fixing the seaweed.

My fish is so naive that he doesn’t know what a Japanese + a fork + a fish usually equals to in outside world.

If I were to go fishing in the lake that pass by everyday, I know where to fish. It’s right by the middle of the bridge. I see dozens of birds around this one spot and sigh everyday, thinking about all the sashimi they must be enjoying..