Splashing in the surf on a sunny afternoon last month, Danielle Shidemantle was 20 yds. from the shore of New Smyrna Beach when she felt piercing pains in her left thigh. She saw blood in the water--her blood. Then she saw the point of a dorsal fin circling back toward her. Not sure what to do--freeze or try to kick it away--she made a frantic run for the beach, screaming, "Shark, shark, shark!"
"Say the word barracuda, and people say, 'What?' Say the word shark, and you've got panic on the Fourth of July." So spoke the fictional mayor of Amity...
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