Shark Attack!

Today I was ravaged by a fiersome ocean predator -- while he managed to draw blood, I still survived to tell this tale: At the little bungalow where I have taken up residence, the proprietor, Risanto, in addition to making the most delectable banana pancakes for breakfast, occasionally brings by other unexpected gifts. This morning with a smirk on his jolly face, he produced a long bundle rolled in newspaper. Unwrapping this enigmatic present, I smelled something fishy, and it turned out to be a baby black tip reef shark -- about 2 feet long. So I thought that it would be funny to get a picture with the little predator, and asked Risanto to snap off a shot with me sticking my finger in his mouth.



Got a picture of me looking smug, after which I was most surprised to feel what I thought was a "dead" shark chomping down on my digit! So I yanked my finger out of it's mouth, and in the process shredded my finger on the backwards facing teeth, gaining a new appreciation for the power of these sturdy aquatic hunters. Darwin awards, anyone?