It was the day I froze a household pet that I began to worry about my memory. Technically, it was not a real household pet I froze but a bag of tropical fish, which on the scale of beloved members of any home rank somewhere below the family cat and above an attractive set of coasters. And technically, I didn't completely freeze my fish. Rather, I absentmindedly tossed them into the refrigerator with a bag of other things I had bought and fortunately retrieved them just before my highly sensitive aquarium fish could turn into lightly breaded dinner fish.
Nonetheless, that...
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