My husband is a sailor. 365 days a year, he spends 300 at sea. Afraid that I'd get bored at home alone, he often brings back all kinds of strange sea creatures. One day, he dragged home a huge crate. The salty, fishy smell coming from it was unusually pungent. He locked the crate in the bathroom and warned me—absolutely do not go inside. After he left, my curiosity got the better of me, and I opened the door. A tentacle covered in suckers wrapped around my body. From that day on, I held onto that tentacle... and things spiraled out of control.