Had to Share

Yesterday the monkeys and I went to the Living Planet Aquarium.  It was pretty neat and creepy.  Neat, because we got to see the jelly fish light up in pretty colors.  Neat because we got to see little Sheldons, I mean seahorses.  Neat because the electric eel was hunting.  Or angry.  Or both.  Either way, he was very electric.

Creepy because the Octopus kept following Kembry.  He kept a beedy little eye on her the entire time.  I don't blame you Mr. (Mrs?) Octopus.  I don't blame you one bit.

Creepy because the sting-rays liked the way Cohen tasted.  Three at a time they would swim up to him, wrap their velvety-gelatinous fins around his arms, and stay as long as their slippery little bodies could hold them.

Creepy because the sting-rays did this for a good half hour, before I finally pryed (pried?) Cohen away from their sick obsession.

Creepy, because workers were coming to watch my sons arm getting molested.  Large groups of people stood off at a fair distance, oohing and ahhing.  A few mothers had the same, weirded-out look on their face that I did.  It was very weird.

Anyway, definitely something I want to do again.  As soon as I can wash the fish smell off his arms (it's in my mind.  His arms don't smell fishy.  But their behavior was fishy...hyuckhyuck).

Kelly Out

(OOh!OOh!  I got a new book for my voyage across the vast middle-west.  "A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthurs Court."  Aside from all his travel writings, I've read all of Mark Twains books.  All but this.  I'm syoooo hyappy (to bed read in "Robin Hood: Men In Tights" form).)