It came here from the shoreline and got stuck in the pipes behind our house. They're meant to grow twelve feet tall in the wild but the poor little wretch is too wedged in to be found and freed so it'll likely starve or suffocate itself. Hard to say which is worse really when we'll end up with the stench of it rotting either way.
They're natural scavengers when they are where they're supposed to be, much as they look like the demented offspring of an orca and a crocodile that got stretched out like chewed up gum. Sure they've all got teeth bad enough to make a dentist weep but they don't kill.
If you fall asleep on the beach though, that's another story entirely. That's when you get all those lovely news reports on the murderous reef-crawlers and their unquenchable bloodthirsty nature as if they go on regular killing sprees instead of picking off the odd tourist once in a while.
Lord only knows why one of their young ended up caught in our pipes but I have this uneasy feeling that if we don't find it and get rid of it, we'll wake up to a whole swarm of them outside trying to find the bloody creature themselves and they won't care that we both want it freed and gone.
It's still wailing away out there, quieter than this morning so either it's running out of energy or they herd is close.
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