My Mom pulled out a story I wrote at an indeterminate age (I'm hoping young): "My grandpa and I went fishing. We stopped in the middle of a fight between a whale and a squid. The whale was biting the squid's arm. The whale was getting so mad he shot off his water and almost hit over the boat. My Grandpa threw his knife and aimed at his spout. He got the spout." Apparently, my Grandpa was a bad ass.