As a Marine, The Mister spent a considerable amount of time on boats. I mean, ships. Because you can’t say boats to a Marine. Marines go on ships, and floats.
Early in our marriage, he discovered my belief in sea monsters. We have argued about it ever since.
My theory: We don’t even know how deep the sea is! You have no idea what’s out there! Remember what happened to Jonah?!? Leviathan?!? What about The Abyss?!? Did you not read Moby Dick? Or 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea? Have you even been on that ride?!?
His theory: Dolphins racing ships are a beautiful sight.
He says there are no monsters. If shown a photo of a monster, he just says logical and reasonable things like “It’s not real.”
When I was in fifth grade, I saw a giant squid at the Museum of Science and Industry in Chicago and I have never fully recovered.
So don’t tell me there aren’t sea monsters. Scientists are like, “Oh, we thought the Coelacanths were extinct, but they’re not! Yay!”
And there are fish that walk, ON LAND, and I don’t just mean mudskippers. Some of them are scary as fuck.
You never know when you’ll be swimmin, and some living fossil will come eat your tasty modern ass.
Y’all don’t even know.