Oh good! The annual Bayrea summer shark panic hits full stride. People acting like the sharks are out of line for existing, for being predators, for failing to cuddle. Like something must be done. Pish. Look. If you come into my apartment, you'd best expect my vocalizations to be overloud and my logic faulty. Similarly, if you wade into pisswarm summer waters, expect sealife, possibly including several rows of gleaming dentition.