No one from this province who has whiled away a pleasant hour or two fishing from a wharf can have failed to notice the behaviour of the sculpin (longhorn or shorthorn) the moment it casts its baleful gaze upon a baited hook.
Known neither for its beauty nor its edibility, the sculpin is described by the Department of Fisheries and Aquaculture as "a voracious carnivore" and the "voracious" part becomes immediately apparent as you watch one of these creatures hurl itself up from the seabed, jaws agape and gills a-flap, ready to engulf whatever comes its way.
This image of the voracious sculpin might, in true Proustian fashion, have lain forever hidden in some dark recess of my mind, had it not been called forth by the recent antics of Darin King, our minister of injustice.
With his penchant for raising points of order, he lurches out of his seat in the House with as much predictability and as little discrimination as his piscine counterpart, the sculpin, in all-out pursuit of whatever it can fit in its maw.
Whatever the pretext, King takes the bait, along with one or both of his feet.
Any offence will do
Whether it's about FaceBook groups and their membership, or clerical titles and their connotations, our redoubtable minister is ever ready, at a moment's notice, and with much manufactured outrage, to take offence on someone else's behalf.
But with his meagre knowledge of the topic in question and his craven efforts to appear politically correct, he usually manages to offend (or bewilder) almost everyone, including the person he's attempting to defend.
Premier Kathy Dunderdale, I know that you have much weightier things to occupy your mind - like closing our libraries, slashing adult basic education and aiding Nalcor in its quest to ravage Labrador and pilfer our pockets for the next 50 years - but could you please, please, spare a moment to tell your minister to put a sock in it?