It turns out that sharks – hate – magnets. (They are also not terribly fond of killer whales.)
Of course, I’ll be taking my life in my hands this summer lining my pockets with rare earth magnets before entering the surf. I may sink like a brick, but I could score some nifty old nickels.
If only they had giant squid repellent. Nothing frightens me like the ocean. There’s stuff in there that will eat you. They can see you, but you can’t see them.
I’m perfectly happy on a kayak, but a portion of my primal monkey brain screeches and points as soon as I put toesies into the surf. I also instinctively duck when a raptor flies overhead.