That's A Moray

hate eels. So naturally, my sister sent me this delightful meme on my 50th birthday (and implied she'd sent me a box of live eels, which THANK GOODNESS, she did not).

Even though I hate eels, I love the combination of clever wordplay and trivia. This is the kind of thing my brain loves to do (when I'm supposed to be doing something else, naturally). So over the past few weeks, I've come up with four new verses of my own. 

  • When a "snake" sports some gills and surprises its kills, that's a moray.
  • When an eel's 30 pounds and is yellowish brown, that's a moray.
  • When an eel can't see well and it hunts using smell, that's a moray.
  • When it hunts from sea rocks like a jack in the box, that's a moray. 

Lest anyone thinks that the secret to liking eels is knowing more about them, let me assure you that the more I learn, the creepier I think they are. We are talking about a double-jawed 30 POUND yellowish-brown beast that lurches from the darkness in hopes of eating you. That's the stuff of nightmares. That's a moray! 

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