These fishies are underserved and understimulated. They get tired of the same boring habitats, covered with the same boring sands and grasses. They long for the concrete. They yearn for topsoil. Who are we to deny them the opportunity to experience the glory of land—to play God with our dams, dykes, and levees? Here on the ground, they can find the splendor of the human world which has been previously denied to them. They can use their fins to hit rocks back and forth to each other or use their fish eyes to see our world as it was meant to be seen: wet.

Hurricanes are inevitable and mostly not so great. As Americans, we must offer equal opportunity to underserved species, and hurricanes offer us the ability to reach out to our fish brethren and let them have fun in the kingdom we built. To hoard that for ourselves is simply selfish. We must think of the beautiful fishes, who for the first time can feel what it feels like to stroll down the sidewalk or enter a home and have a look around. Finally, these magnificent creatures can have the space they deserve.