“Don’t let the gars nibble your toes, Tim!” One of my older brothers knew it was easy to freak me out, since there was no way you could see what was going on beneath the surface of the water. I knew there probably weren’t gars, and if there were, they probably had better things to do than nibble on a little kid’s toes, but it was enough to make me curl all ten of them up, just to be safe.

