Alerted by a vague metallic clicking sound when I walked, I found this in my shoe:
Yes, some deft urban angler had managed to snag me with a two-inch-long fishing hook. Here’s what it looks like sans footwear:
This confirms something I have thought for a long time: I would make a terrible trout. As if the whole “can only breathe air” thing wasn’t bad enough, it looks like I have a talent for accidentally snaring myself on discarded fishing tackle.
Which raises an interesting point: why was there a two-inch-long fish hook lying on the streets of Toronto? Some experimental aquacultre gone wrong? Some hardcore S&M gone even worse? If this is the result of some misguided amateur angler, I will say this: you’re doing it wrong. Roncesvalles, while sporting several nice restaurants, has terrible fishing.
You ever been to the Blue Bay cafe on Roncesvalles? Best Mauritian seafood in Toronto.
How scary would this have been if you’d been wearing flip-flops?!