Our house has an odd new wildlife problem. Since I have not been able to make a concrete identification, I have decided to name the creature a "floor shark."
This floor shark is very stealthy. She moves about the house silently, and has no tell-tale dorsal fin to alert you to her presence. The only clues you might have to her imminent attack are the trails of white foamy spit-up she leaves in her wake.
You mustn't let her quiet manner deceive you. She can strike at any moment.While you might meet her in any room, her favorite hide-out is under the kitchen table. Anyone foolish enough to sit down to a meal in bare feet is likely to meet her. One moment you are pleasantly chewing your salad, and the next moment, you feel the razor-sharp teeth sinking into your flesh. She particularly loves toes. Bare toes. It is like a siren song to her. She senses them from the next room and slides in, undetected, attack. Consider yourselves warned.
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