Imagine being a little fish, darting through the chilly layers of a quiet lake, when suddenly—ah!—a gentle warmth diffuses into the water like a cozy surprise. Someone up above has started peeing, and to the fish below, it’s like nature’s unexpected heated blanket. Not gross, not strange—just a soothing shift in temperature, like catching a sunbeam underwater. The fish don’t ask questions; they just bask in the toasty pocket, tails swishing lazily, grateful for the momentary comfort in the cold. In the world of fish, it’s probably the equivalent of stumbling into a hot tub in the middle of winter: strange, yes, but undeniably pleasant.
