Once again I’m in the skin clinic waiting room while Ezi anticipates a MOHs test.  It isn’t a life-threatening situation but it takes a while as they analyze each layer they remove for cancerous cells, so I busy us with the fish.  It takes a while to make friends and to figure out what they are doing.

After a conversation we realize they are digging into the gravel, moving it to another side of the tank, and making a nest for eggs.

This lesson for survival and development was my restitution from my friends’ negativity yesterday.  

Oh, and Ezi’s MOHs test was okay – one layer of squamous cells and he was released.