Magic Carpet Sharks

What is it about seeing a great white shark smiling at me from my television that instantly has my body tense with fear.

(Yes, great whites DO indeed smile.) (No, I'm serious.) (Tell me THIS isn't a smile!!!) (<---"THIS" is a link...click on it.)

I literally lay in fear, poised, waiting for a shark to suddenly leap from my carpeted floor and pluck me from my once-safe and cozy bed.

I instantly find myself tucking my elbows in, leaving nothing available for whatever magical rogue white shark lay in wait.

Stupid magic carpet sharks.

{My view from the edge of my bed. Where I know a magic carpet shark is going to appear and dismember me at any given moment. Excuse the mess. Those are my jammer pants, and some nightly reading.}