I had a friend stationed at Enewetak Atoll, whose job it was to once a day, be flown in a helicopter to hover over a nuclear blast hole in the ocean floor with a radiac meter with a very long probe cord. Boring job, to say the least.
Well, for some reason, one day they had to take a different route to approach the blast hole, and they made a very interesting discovery.
Just outside of the radiation hazard area a shark had set up its territory. As non-territorial fish swam near the blast hole and got badly messed up by the radiation, they would be dying as they reached the shark’s territory. So instead of having to hunt them, it would just stay there and gobble them down.
And sharks are like goldfish—the more they eat and the bigger they get. Plus they can handle a lot of radiation without harm and generally do not develop cancer.
In any event, as the helicopter flew over its territory and saw this monster perhaps as long as their helicopter, they quickly resolved to put out a hit on the shark.
So the next time they flew there, they brought a high powered rifle and a crate of hand grenades.
“And sharks are like goldfish”
Look like old Goldie gets flushed down the toilet tonight, then.