Michael against a Moray eel.
One of those moments you can’t erase: Me meeting Michael at his Honolulu apartment, we had dinner plans. So I knock, knock, he eventually answers, oddly enough armed with his Hawaiian sling, (rubber band version of a spear gun.) He’d spear fished earlier in the day and bagged himself a big ole Moray eel. Took it home. Put it in the sink. He realized that eels breathe air, they’re not just any fish, at precisely the moment this large, powerful creature, with scarily sharp teeth, jumped out of the sink and dove under the refrigerator. Stage entrance Stephanie. Thank you Michael. I recall barefoot Michael perched on a counter, rocking the refrigerator with one hand, a spear in the other, trying to flush out the Moray. I was barefoot, standing on a chair. Laughing uproariously when not shrieking, at my brother's attempt to contain this powerful creature without losing any fingers or toes . Michael eventually moved the refrigerator and speared the eel. Back ...