Holy fucking shit. First they came for our nature show celebrities, now thy’re leaping into boats and stabbing fishermen in the chests. I always thought that Stingrays looked like something from outer-space, but now I’m entirely prepared to bow before my new alien masters. Let me be the first to raise the white flag of surrender, if only because “foot-long poisonous barb in chest” doesn’t even get to be on the same table as my long list of ways that I’d want to die.