Salt and vinegar?
You know that feeling of deep-seated anxiety – the kind that keeps you awake at night thinking black thoughts about life and death and colours your days with crippling dread?
It’s called the snakefish.
The snakefish is something of a modern Medusa – some sort of hellish aberration that permanently scars all those that set eyes on it (hence the inclusion of a picture). It lives in your bath, basking in foamy Radox waiting to strike as you enter. That may or may not be true. It’s the doubt I can’t stand.
Fortunately, some clever boffins in the Orient have found a way to help rid us of this slippery demon. They just gobble them up for their tea.
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