I asked my dad a lot of questions about fish but he would always kind of blow them off. Im not sure if that is because he really didn’t care, he didn’t know, or maybe a little bit of both. I always found the anatomy of it to be so fascinating, the way everything was placed so perfectly and everything was there for a reason. When my dad was done extracting the filet I stood there and explored the fishes insides trying to label organs with my extent anatomical knowledge which I picked up from sitting with my mom as she watched General Hospital and a couple dissections I did in middle school. After labeling all of the organs I actually knew, I examined the fishes gills. To this day I never and still do not understand how they can allow fish to breath under water. I was down there dissecting for so long that my hands smelt like fish for a couple days. I recall my mom had to come and yell at me for messing around with the dead fish. “Jeremy what are you doing, come inside and shower.” I tried to hold her off for as long as I could by saying something like “one second!” or “I’m coming!” and hoped she did something else and forgot. This ended with my mom having to come down and almost threaten me to
I asked my dad a lot of questions about fish but he would always kind of blow them off. Im not sure if that is because he really didn’t care, he didn’t know, or maybe a little bit of both. I always found the anatomy of it to be so fascinating, the way everything was placed so perfectly and everything was there for a reason. When my dad was done extracting the filet I stood there and explored the fishes insides trying to label organs with my extent anatomical knowledge which I picked up from sitting with my mom as she watched General Hospital and a couple dissections I did in middle school. After labeling all of the organs I actually knew, I examined the fishes gills. To this day I never and still do not understand how they can allow fish to breath under water. I was down there dissecting for so long that my hands smelt like fish for a couple days. I recall my mom had to come and yell at me for messing around with the dead fish. “Jeremy what are you doing, come inside and shower.” I tried to hold her off for as long as I could by saying something like “one second!” or “I’m coming!” and hoped she did something else and forgot. This ended with my mom having to come down and almost threaten me to