I don't know if you've ever read any of Pat McManus's stories - he used to write "The Last Laugh" for Outdoor Life. Maybe he still does; I haven't read that magazine in a while.
Anyway, Pat McManus had a story many years ago about cleaning bluegills, and how "there's no such thing as too many bluegills" when you're catching them, but then you go to clean them and their numbers extend to infinity. You keep taking them out of the cooler, and cleaning, and cleaning, and cleaning, and then you look in, and there's just as many $&*"@ bluegill in there as there were when you started.
In the story, he was sitting in front of a pile of bluegills late into the night, but the number kept growing. At the start of the story he's cleaning a hundred bluegills, then it's a thousand, and then by the end he's still cleaning bluegills, but now he's got a pile of a million of them and he's going crazy because he's never going to get done.
I've had many nights where I've felt exactly like McManus described in his story.
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