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Hubby Was Acting Fishy, Now Everyone's Hooked
Cleaner shrimps are stars of the domestic ocean the author has helped oversee since her husband's aquarium interest deepened.
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Today, my husband and I argue over who should be monitoring calcium levels. He blocks my move to drop in another Day-Glo-blue starfish. I counter his position on advancing a clown-fish pair to come live in our new anemone -- spawned five months ago in the anemone Eden I rule over, Ms. Creator-style.
"Wow," a recent dinner guest said, watching our cleaner shrimps. These creatures are so intensely interested in the personal hygiene of others that they leap on passing fish and nibble off unsightly parasites and scale crud. "Your husband must really work hard to keep this tank in such good shape."
"Actually," the evolved and instantly irresistible husband corrected from across the room, "we both take care of the aquarium. It's completely a bipartisan effort."
It's spousal support like this that makes cleaning even a gunk-encrusted filter worth it.
If this were Hollywood, of course, the lights would soften and dim right about now, and the camera would move in for a tight close-up on my husband, revealing his deep, chocolate-brown eyes. He would break into song.
"Somewhere beyond the sea, somewhere waiting for me," he croons. "My lover stands on golden sands." A saxophone growls suggestively from the hallway. We rush into each other's arms, and it's clear that this marriage was made in heaven -- or at least on a very nice set.
"If my love waits beyond the sea," I whisper into his ear, "at least that's just across the room."
You can see where this is going.
