According to a report in today’s paper, there is a new service at your local beauty salon. For a small fry, I mean a small fee, you can get your tootsies cleaned by fish. Yup – fish.
Tiny toothless carp, called “garra rufa”, nibble the dead skin off your feet. Actually, since they have no teeth, these “doctor fish” gum you until your little piggies are chocked full of nice, soft, exfoliated skin.
I can barely contain my enthusiasm. How timely that this service is only available in the Washington, D.C. area and how opportune that I will be in D.C. next week. Will I avail myself of this service? I think the answer to that question is, “not only no, but hell no.” Paying for small pond spawn to scale my heels is not on my list of priorities. That’s why God invented the pumice stone.
What truly frightened me were the experiences of clients who stated this process feels like your feet are asleep while the fish are nibbling away. If I want my feet to tingle, I’ll go get Devoted Spouse…but let’s not get too personal.
While I am in the D.C. area I think I’ll call that salon and price this service. Actually, I may make an appointment — at least I’d be able to finally catch some fish. And if they can’t accommodate me, I’ll have something to carp about when I return home.