A short pier over a mossy backwater. I throw in my line. An immediate strike bends the bamboo pole in my hands. Beside me, a smiling companion I don’t recognize. I walk past him onto higher ground, trying to land what I think must be the biggest fish of all time or a refrigerator. It turns out to be an eel with a flashlight for a head. The light is on. The light is its eye. It blinks its slimy lid.