Helmet. Codpiece. Cricket bat. Sounds like a fun afternoon of carp-slapping, if you ask me.
No, I lie. That's just fear talking. The invasive carp in the Finger Lakes would bump your shins during a night swim, or at worst nibble your toes a little. But giant, malicious, groin-smacking sucker fish are apocalyptic. Forget 2V shocks. Let's roll out the nukes, NOW.
