Tonight while I was making dinner I kept being attacked by a small, chubby kitchen shark.
The shark would scoot or army crawl his way over to me, wrap his arms around one of my legs, and proceed to chomp on my feet.
I have no idea why.
When asked, the shark would just look up at me and grin wildly as drool rolled down his chin. I tried to get a picture of the attack, but the small beast would just stop and ham it up for the camera.
Making dinner has suddenly gotten much more dangerous.
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