So, here's reason #245 we'll never attempt a triathlon: angry otters. A Minnesota woman was practicing for next month's Duluth Triathlon in a nearby lake, when she was set upon by an adorable furry little daggertoothed killing machine.
She suffered 25 bites, some of them two inches deep, even through her wet suit. She was only rescued after being pulled to shore by her father's boat, and was immediately taken to the hospital to clean her injuries and give her rabies shots. It's thought that the otter, or Death Weasel, was either rabid or a mother protecting her pups, but holy shit.
"It just kept coming after me," said Prudhomme, 33, of Anoka. "You never knew where it was going to bite next."
Fucking nature, man. Even the cute things are trying to kill you.