Whenever I am reminded about manatees, I get pissed off. Not because I am reminded of the senseless violence effected upon them by careless motorboat/jetski captains, or that apparently some people like to scare them half to death for fun.

But because I just really, really don't like manatees.

_{or because I went to meet some once during the one time in my life I probably could have but they never showed up probably because someone was an ass hole to them before we got there.}