Trolls under the bridge? No eels!

Imagine a moonless night at midnight (after a long night with good wireless internet catching up on emails) walking across an old narrow red wooden pedestrain bridge over a small flowing stream. In the daylight the fact that there were twenty dark eels the thickness of an adults arm seemed really cool. Ben and I in particularly enjoyed watching them wiggle and move below us. But somehow, when everyone else in the campground is asleep and all I have is my weak flashlight the thought of going over the bridge filled with eels slithering below makes me pause. I tried to pull out all my eel knowledge which consisted I admit of the following: some eels are electrical; from the New Zealand aquairum in Auckland I learned that - they can bite; they have teeth that point backwards so if they do get a good grip on you you are out of luck; they could push their bodies a short distance out of the water to get food from the handler - who they then bit! Fortunately it was a grazing and he was O.K.. That's my enclyclopedic knowledge of eels. So, hoping they weren't like Frankenfish, a snakehead invasive fish from Asia, introduced to ponds in Maryland and Virginia and who can walk on land and have been said to survive for up to 3 days out of water, I crossed the bridge!