To suggest Opabina felt terror would overestimate the creature’s abilities. It felt not so much fear as it did urgent self-preservation. So when the thorny appendages of the predator curled around Opabina’s soft, little body, it squirmed and wormed to be free, but did not feel scared. And when the circular jaws of the Anomalocaris puckered against Opabina’s back and bit, Opabina continued its vain struggle all the more violently, but never felt frightened. And in the seconds before all life leaked from the little body, as its insides were stuffed into the ring-like maw of its killer, and its vision blurred, and muscles relaxed, proboscis drooped, and searing pain was replaced with a cool, dark numbness, it still felt no fear. Opabinia simply did not know what death was; it only knew that life should be.
I have always been madly in love with Anomalocaris. Yes, always! Since Hector was a pup, in fact. A wild, wacky, weird little thing. Spectacular.