Apparently, I've been living under a rock.
In the same week my friend casually mentioned flesh-eating fish and their association to a particular beauty treatment, another friend showed me photos of her recent vacation to an Asian destination where she and her partner signed up for one of these treatments... and then I read this article....
Ummm, this concept literally makes me wanna vomit. Finally, my sister (famous (amongst our family, anyway..) fish lover and activist - I, the famous sushi-lover...) could be on the same page with this subject.
I can change lightbulbs AND tyres. I can put together large pieces of IKEA furniture unassisted. I can pull out splinters. I can EVEN do catch+releases of GIANT (jumping... oh, yes!) tree spiders (Huntsmen, for all my Aussies...), but even the pretty petals and tea-set cannot distract me from the nausea and lightheadedness setting in as I imagine this 'sensation'. I'm squealing neurotically (like a GIRL...oh, wait - I am a girl....) inside!!
I can't get with this. Just too weird.