There’s mucho dinero to be made in this mortgage meltdown situation, but instead of jumping in your time machine, traveling back to last summer and shorting subprime, why not get creative about it? According to the Journal, anyone interested in getting rich should dive into the fish fucking business, stat. Michael Corkery reports that the Gambusia affinis, i.e. the “mosquito fish,” is making a name for itself in California, Arizona, Florida and anywhere else you might find a ton of foreclosed homes con swimming pools. Apparently the abandoned estate’s water-based recreational facilities are becoming infested by mosquitoes, and causing worry about the spread of diseases like West Nile. Instead of using humans to spray pesticides, the fish are increasingly being deployed to the areas of concern, where they eat up to 500 larvae a day. “They are the real heroes,” said Josefa Cabadad, a technician with the Contra Costa Mosquito & Vector Control District. “I’ve never seen a mosquito in a pool with mosquito fish.” Start breeding.
For Mortgages Underwater, Help Swims In [WSJ]
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Big money idea: Since people mix tuna with mayonnaise to make tuna fish sandwiches, we’ll have a tuna farm and feed mayo to the tuna. It’ll be ready to eat right off the shelf with no mixing necessary!
Thanks – do you work at the morgue?
Friend of mine who writes fiction (and gets it published in serious places) once described to me a scene in a crematorium he wrote where the two guys working there decide to eat lunch, and one them brings a steak, which he cooks by leaving it on the hot, open oven door.
After that, anything that was just a bit too much, we called a steak on a crematorium door.
As in, “The end of Star Trek: Insurrection was inevitable, but crash landing the Enterprise was the steak on a crematorium door.”
So, a tuna-farm-with-mayo joke after a Bess piece on mosquito fish, well, that’s a steak on the crematorium door.
Afterthought: Perhaps it was the cheeseteak on the crematorium door.