or raw like the wound that results from sprinting to catch your baby after she's just fallen from a window and having to slide on pavement and removing at least 3 layers of skin from your knees to catch her.
not uncooked. (i think if it were actually uncooked it would have probably had a fighting chance of eating us. is a big fishie.) sorry for any confusion.
i wasn't complaining. i was simply *stating*.
the fish, with it's tear stained cheeks and punch-you-in-the-face-catfish-ness, still haunts my nose's imagination. i can still hear even the cucumber shouting at me that IT'S A CUCUMBER! *smack* AND THOSE ARE MINT LEAVES! *smack* OVER THERE! *smack*smack*