That's pretty good. There sure are enough snakeheads on the Board of Supervisors. Thanks for the laugh, Woody!

I was never a big fan of the unicorn thingie on the County seal - it's been done so many times in so many places that it's grown tired. And perhaps a snakehead would look better hanging over the entrance to the Government Center... and on those new "Welcome to Fairfax" signs being proposed. It could become the County mascot! It could become the official spokesfish of that new Fairfax tourism campaign. lol ;-)

Yes, Woody, people DO eat snakeheads. Depending on who you ask, they taste good... or not. Lots of websites have recipes - snakehead and lemongrass, watercress and snakehead stew, steamed snakehead, etc. etc.

Hey, by the way, as a PS - remember that the Mass. Legislature used to have the "holy cod." Why not the "[un]holy snakehead" for us?

Do you think they'll be running for office?

The "holy cod" in Boston is considered good luck. (The expression "cod aristocracy" is one that you hear a fair bit up north - huge part of ye olde economy.) Legend holds that when the "holy cod" was kidnapped ("codnapped?") by the Harvard Lampoon in the 1930s, the elected officials refused to take up any business until it was returned. (It was returned. Business resumed.)

Of course, snakeheads are a "nuisance species" in our area. But then, from all I read on the Post's blogs, that term would also seem to encompass various levels of our government. The Shark who posted first expresses the typical sentiment I hear from my neighbors.

Kidnapping the unicorn would be dangerous and illegal, so we sure don't want to advocate that. But how about petitioning the County to swap the animals out for a more 21st century icon?

Why not take up the issue of replacing the mythical, not real, and oh-so-ideal unicorn gracing our Government Center with the ugly, proliferating, and oh-so-pesty snakehead? When you think of unicorns, you think of green grass and happy old trees. When you think of the snakehead, I dunno what you think of it, but it's pretty opposite. If the shoe fits...

Okay, we are all having too much fun with this. Thanks, Woody! Oh, and Woody - I went fishing once off Long Island in my uncle's boat. I caught a huge Atlantic eel. I was horrified. (I was even more horrified that my uncle's neighbor acted like I hauled in a net full of gold. He was a little old man who hailed from Italy and he kissed me on both cheeks, hugged my uncle, hugged my dad, and then ran off with it wrapped in newspaper to have it dressed and smoked.) I never went fishing - never again - at least not holding a fishing pole. I don't eat fish anymore.

I am staying away from Dogue Creek.