One of my favorite eel stories . . . I usually donate any leftover eels to whoever I can pawn them off to, but after one trip I forgot to do that so after arriving home I noticed some refugees left there in the cooler. I decided the best course of action was to let the township sewerage authority deal with it. Before I went to bed that night I flushed them down the toilet. The next morning when I went into the bathroom I looked down into the toilet bowl and sure enough there they were swimming around like they were doing their morning aerobics looking up at me like they were saying ?Gooood Morning!?.