It started with a fish...

...a fish in the fridge. A live fish in the fridge at my friends' workplace.

Friend A: Friend B, there's a live fish in our fridge. It's moving around.
Friend B: Huh. That's interesting. You should ask the boys.
Friend A (to the boys): There's a live fish in our fridge. Where did it come from?
The Boys: We caught it in the creek outside.
Friend A: Wow. How did you catch it?
The Boys: With a spear gun. We're going to eat it later.
Friend A: That's so awesome! I want to go fishing!

And so our Saturday plans were made.

I anticipated. I prepared. I learned the Thai word for spear gun and how to say 'that bait is disgusting.' I used my Thai skills, but no spear gun skills. Just rods. And the bait wasn't disgusting. It was bread.

Fishing is hard work! It actually takes muscles and you get, like, tired and stuff.

We caught a bunch of these big guys. Apparently they aren't good for eating, but they're very fun to catch!

Disney lied. It didn't turn into a prince.

And we saw this beautiful little beetle.

It was a wonderful afternoon of relaxing, enjoying each other's company, and getting a bit of a bicep workout. I'd do it again in a heartbeat.