I just visited the Monster Fish exhibit at the National Geographic Museum. There were statues of sturgeons and other beasts that were similar in size to an adult human. All I could think was that I would not care to encounter one of these fish while swimming in a river. In fact, I don’t care to share any body of water with other swimmers.
Brief forays into the ocean come to a quick halt whenever I feel someone else in the water with me. And forget about lakes. In addition to being creeped out by the gloopy bottom, I frequently encounter wee little fish that like to nibble. I really hate this. What people can’t see from above the water line is the frantic tread I do in an effort to prevent those little nibbles.
But I once actually paid for a fish pedicure in which I dipped my feet into a tank of small fish who then attacked my feet, nibbling off the dead skin. After the initial horror and revulsion, I found myself turning my feet this way and that so they wouldn’t miss a spot. If the same thing happened in nature, I think I might have died on the spot.