Did you ever hear of fly fishing for crocodiles?” Robin said. “No.” “You put a piece of meat on a chain. A piece of meat this big. And the flies are all over the place! Now there’s some fly fishing! They stink, those crocodiles. You’ll be standing in shallow water, and they’ll swim up on you. And the water is muddy. And you can’t see them. And unless you can smell them, you don’t know they’re there. And then—pfft! They drag you down. End of story.
