And I'm just getting started! I have to look at these creatures and wonder how the hell they managed to reproduce in the first place? It boggles the mind when I hear them titter in the shallow end during adult swim about their husbands, the poor bastards. Apparently all of their husbands are too old or blind or whatever to run.   It's like the Savannah after a monsoons and they're hippos basking and looking menacingly at anyone normal. Sometimes I fantasize about letting an alligator loose in the pool, it passes the time.