I have a huge appetite, but no one ever knows when I’m ready to devour my next victim; I could go days or even months without a bite. There are many theories as to why I am the way I am. Some think I’m alien—others: a freak of nature, and the latest guess is that I’m simply riddled with untimely indigestion. Many venture out to see my main attraction. Some stay for a long time, some for a short stint, and others are content with merely passing by. I have to admit that occasionally people do not like the way I behave, but really, I’m no square, and the rest of the time people are happy when they’re around me, flying over me, walking on me or swimming in me.
What am I?
(Answer will be posted in one week)
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