Oh! The guilt! The horrible, terrible, soul-tearing guilt!

I’ve just paid off my 298,000b mortgage, but it came at a cost, a terrible cost.

The cost of a stringfish and a tuna, in fact, both of which the museum needs. I caught one of each today and instead of taking them to Blathers I sold them to Nook. I’m terrible, greedy pig.

My soul is lost.