So it didn't try to eat me, but still. Scary crapola. Let me start from the beginning.
It was a beautiful day on Siesta Key Beach. It was a little cloudy, but that was fine because we just wanted to relax and not boil too much. After a couple hours the sun came out and we got really hot and decided to go in the water.
We waded in until the water was about to my shoulders, so I could swim around but not work too hard. We did go to relax, after all! As we were floating around we saw 2 schools of fish swim by...rather quickly. Dom said that there was definitely something scaring them, but I just figured it was a bigger fish. Of course, that got my mind wandering and I mentioned to Dom how it was weird that most shark attacks happen in that depth of water. Of course, I didn't actually think it was a shark, so I wasn't afraid.
Then, a few seconds later Dom was looking behind me and goes "Babe...Babe..." and I didn't really get what he was saying until I turned around and saw a HUGE black figure swimming in the water mayyyybe a foot away from me. And boy, did I scream. I am not sure if I spit out all the curse words I knew or yelled to the sweet baby Jesus but I think I peed myself and had a heart attack at the same time.
Once it swam by and I started breathing a little slower the people next to us go, "Oh don't worry! It's just a manatee!"
Hmm. I'm pretty sure it just tried to eat me. And I lived!
Now, manatees are cool and all, but when a 10ft object swims up to you in the ocean it's pretty much the scariest thing ever. I tried to play it cool and stayed in the water for another 5 minutes or so before I convinced myself a shark was lurking behind me and had to get out.
So, I sat on the beach and counted my blessings. After all, I had just survived a manatee trying to eat me. Or just swim by me. Same difference.