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When my oldest son was about 17,he used to go night fishing off the pier at Pismo Beach.
One night,he caught about a 2 foot long shark,so he brought it home to make some shark steaks.
The shark had been out of the water for about 3 hours by the time he got it home,so he was pretty sure it was dead.
He had it in the laundry sink in the garage to clean it. When he started to cut off it's head,it became immediately obvious that it wasn't dead,and really didn't want it's head cut off-
That shark started flipping/ jumping around,jumped out of the sink,and proceeded to make it's way around the whole garage, and since it's jugular had been slit,it was spewing blood all over everything in that garage- cars, washer and dryer, workbench,walls,etc. (sharks hold a lot of blood,apparently)
This all happened at around 4:00 in the morning,so I didn't know about it till I walked through the garage to get the morning paper- Needless to say,I was "alarmed"- it looked like there had been a massacre of some sort in there-there wasn't much in there that didn't have blood splattered all over it.
Fearing the worst ,I ran in to see if my son was alright...He was sleeping like a baby...
I woke him up and asked him what the f*ck happened in the garage last night?
He said "I was cleaning a shark- I thought he was dead,but I guess he wasn't"
So my son spent the weekend cleaning the garage...
We got some shark steaks out of it,but he didn't bring any more sharks home after that...