I don’t feel like relating the weekend’s events yet (though I will soon enough). Instead, I give you this:
Glass! It’s glass! I want about a hundred and fifty of these, but I don’t have room in my house for that many (I’d have things other than octopuses; there are jellyfish, lionfish, coral, and other sea things as well). I love sea creatures. Only we don’t do fish well. The husband and I had some tetras, then one ate all the others (plus the catfish), then it lived for three years off the life forces of the other fish, then it died when we moved. Now the tank stands empty, and the only things we can think of to get are things that would be really startled by the cat. I want a tiny octopus, but I don’t want to clean its tank every two days when the cat decides to jump at it and then it inks itself.
And that’s my message for you, folks: a glass octopus never inks itself.