I was talking to a friend and this is what we thought. We rebel to fit in. In other words, we want to be different because we feel the pressure to conform. Yeah, deep.

Oh, the prawns are still in my freezer. All except for that one lucky prawn that my dad dumped into the fish tank. We expected the prawn to go on a killing spree while we slept and that we'd wake up to a fish tank full of dead fish, but contrary to that belief, the prawn and fish are living quite harmoniously together. No casualties. Yet.  

(I don't know why he risked the lives of all those fish, not my idea. I had nothing to do with putting that prawn into the tank)