Here are my sea kittens: 
Here are my sea kittens:
No, it's not a take on the "moose bit my sister". When I was younger .. much younger .. we spent our summers at East Jordan, up by Traverse City, swimming and fishing. One summer, my father caught a very large northern pike and, with the rest of our catch, we took it back to the campsite to clean and eat them.
Well, my father cut the head off the pike and placed it in the offal bucket with the rest of the fish heads and innards. The pike's mouth was open and my idiot brother decided to see how sharp the teeth were, so he stuck his finger in the mouth of the pike.
Needless to say, it triggered some remnant of muscle activity and the pike's mouth clamped shut on his finger. It was a sight I'll never forget: my brother running screaming through the campgrounds with a pike's head attached to his finger.
Ah, the good old days.
That kid is holding my dinner.