The Beauty of the Ugly Eel
My brother John used to enliven dinner conversation with the most disgusting “facts” gleaned from Ripley’s Believe it or Not books. Sherpas sewing leather to the soles of their feet and people propping their eyelids open with toothpicks were particular hits. But the fact that eels, which I already found creepy, can slither on dry land took the biscuit! Then my other brothers talked of electric eels, spiny eels, and something collectively imagined called “Conga eels,” which lurked in the dark waters of the Amazon River and leapt into canoes, encircled people in their coils, and squeezed until they could bite off their preys’ heads and suck out the jelly like toothpaste from a tube. After that, my nightmares came fast and furious. Fifty years of recurring bad dreams later my work required reading The Book of Eels: Our Enduring Fascination with the Most Mysterious Creature in the Natural World by Patrick Svensson. I was enchanted by his description of the eels in th...