Say Josh, look up images of the giant clam and let the size of these creatures sink in. Then the nightmare can take on epic qualities, not that I want you to suffer or anything like that. Just saying that creepy can escalate to scary and then go from there. KIWF Indeed!
The worst part for me by far was that lusty drop of saliva that fell from its... appendage... after it had mopped up the salt. I'm going to have nightmares about this thing inching its way over to me across the table to act upon some nefarious intent. Does someone keep this as a sick sort of pet? Does the clam sense when its owner has just come back from a jog, and try to lick the salt from their skin? How does it know the salt is there? What sort of horrible intelligence lurks within this bivalve?