Far from the range of marauding sharks
Oh great! Just when I it was safe to go back in the water…
That story actually belongs to the hardy souls of Brisbane, where the river is trying to get out of bed in a big way, if you catch my drift. The locals have been warned that there may be bull sharks in the dusky new swimming area, just outside the back door. Now, I put two and two together, jumped to the assumption that this was a strange Australian sighting, until I came home from work and caught the tail end of a documentary.
Did you know that the mighty bulls have been found way upstream in the Mississippi? Or in Lake Michigan? Me neither. This is one of those “strange nature” stories, where the fish can handle salty, brackish, even fresh water in the quest for food. Hence the risk to humans. No, not because we’re on the preferred menu for supper. Bad luck.
We got to talking, at work; the three of us are far enough above mean sea level (speaking of our domestic situation) that flood waters are not even on our personal radar. Little risk of shark attack in the back yard at barbecue time. Sure, we could have to deal with that imminent earthquake, or the tornado touchdown, or snow up the yin-yang (not this year, but that’s an exception). Floods and shark attacks; not so much. No need to negotiate a special rider on the insurance policies.
I’ll sleep better this evening, secure in my bed, far from oceanic marauders.
