Something’s fishy . . .

At the mall yesterday we got up close with some fish.

No, it wasn’t at an aquarium . . . would you believe we were at a spa? The place is called Dr. Fish and they offer a treatment where you stick your feet into a tank of these special fish and the fish eat all the dead skin off your feet. Seriously. Since that is awesomely gross, I decided we had to to it.

Here are some of the hungry fishies. They have 3 sizes of fish — the larger the fish, the more aggressive the nibbles.

The boys were all excited to try it, but they were a little nervous about it being too ticklish. First you wash your feet and dry them, then you sit on a cushion in front of your assigned tank. Then put your feet in and let the fish go to work.

 
 

Hoards of the “big” fish, gnawing away . . . it was crazy ticklish for the first few minutes, then it felt kind of like someone was rubbing your feet with a bristle brush. It was relaxing after you got past the gross factor.

Caleb was the most hesitant at first (he was afraid the biting would hurt), but Josh got out his stopwatch and had him do it for 10 seconds at at time until he was comfortable.

The smaller fish nibbling felt more like little air bubbles massaging your feet.

Thirty minutes later, we had clean and smooth feet. Ironically, 2 doors down is a sushi place, but I figured I’d let the fish eat our flesh today and we’d eat theirs another time.