To temper the hate, I present...a sweet pocket of love. I love saying the word "barnacle." It rhymes with "monocle" and "pterodactyl." I have never had to wear scuba gear to scrape barnacles off of ships' hulls, which would perhaps make me hate them. But, until that time, it's all love between me and the sweetness that is the barnacle.
This photo does kinda frighten me, however. Do they want to eat me?