There’s something about an eel that just geeks me out. Is it the way they wriggle through the water, or their shiny, slippery bodies, or their horrorshow mouths?
Or maybe it’s the childhood memory of swimming in lakes that just miiiiight have bloodsuckers waiting in the depths to glom onto you…
Sometimes our fears can be put to good use. This photo …
… I clipped from Walrus Magazine and pinned to my wall as inspiration for the big scary creature at the climax of Eldritch Manor.
And maybe, just maybe the eel deserves a little pity as well, in light of this story on Treehugger.com: “Eelpocalypse”.
Okay, so… who wants to go swimming?