Wew went to the Boston aquarium a few years ago, and the cuttlefish were watching us at least as much as we were watching them.
One curled its tentacles very aesthetically; another was fidgeting, and sort of braided its tentacles. And both were WATCHING us.
SO cool.
It reminded me some of the time I- as a zoo volunteer- was able to visit the MN zoo before it opened to the general public. The critters were FASCINATED by the monkeys parading outside their enclosures, and supervised us very closely indeed. It was really fun.
And then there was the time when J an I, before we were married, went back to the MN zoo, and I ended up wrangling a snake that was making its bid for escape. I was wrangling the snake, and J went to get some help, and they were really blase about it until they saw that it was making s plausibly successful run for the skylight...
Fun times!
(I don't own snakes, but I do like them- one fun part of volunteering at the zoo was handling snakes during open houses. Guys, mostly, would be really off-put; their girlfriends would then circle back and have some hands-on snake time. One grandmother was wearing a coat that was totally irresistible to the snakes, and it was very hard to pry them off of her...)
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One curled its tentacles very aesthetically; another was fidgeting, and sort of braided its tentacles. And both were WATCHING us.
SO cool.
It reminded me some of the time I- as a zoo volunteer- was able to visit the MN zoo before it opened to the general public. The critters were FASCINATED by the monkeys parading outside their enclosures, and supervised us very closely indeed. It was really fun.
And then there was the time when J an I, before we were married, went back to the MN zoo, and I ended up wrangling a snake that was making its bid for escape. I was wrangling the snake, and J went to get some help, and they were really blase about it until they saw that it was making s plausibly successful run for the skylight...
Fun times!
(I don't own snakes, but I do like them- one fun part of volunteering at the zoo was handling snakes during open houses. Guys, mostly, would be really off-put; their girlfriends would then circle back and have some hands-on snake time. One grandmother was wearing a coat that was totally irresistible to the snakes, and it was very hard to pry them off of her...)