I know there's nothing at the bottom of an Ontario lake. Yet, when I was a kid, one of my scout leaders caught one of those long baracoda fish or whatever it was called (long, thin, nasty ass crocodile-like mouth) and yeah. Since then I always get this chill or sinking feeling. You never know what your feet brush against, and it creeps me out. Then of course, the ocean we don't KNOW what's there. We assume we know, because we're scientific. And yes, I understand it's a purely irrational fear. I'm fine when with someone, or out past the beach or whatever. But I'd hate to be stranded in the middle of the ocean. That fucking Mountain Dew comercial annoyed me too. There was some dude canoeing across some water, and he cracks open a mountain dew---and this big freakin' whale/seacreature crashed out of the water and gulps the motherfucker down like a pill.
-shudder-