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Naturally, this didn’t come to pass. The crab scampered about the bottom 
to hie heart's content and the puffers paid no attention. One of them — 
the largest -- spent its time nipping the other two. And they spent their 
time trying to get away, 
July 20 . Moirfay. The puffers behaved today the same as they did on 
Saturday, paying no attention to the crab in the pen. Apparently they 
are all living together as a happy family. This is not the way it is 
supposed to go. Puffers are supposed to gang up on crabs and eat them — 
according to the authorities. Tl^ee puffers do not know their business. 
The lobster had come to the point of being slightly interested in 
minnow, but not enough to cause him to leave the comer of the pen that 
he had selected as a hoaeaite. 
While 1 was trying to photograph a Yucatanicus cleaning a big-eye, 
Tom showed up with the long -hand led net and said he was going to get a 
new lobster. Together we found one under bok ^ nearby rocks, tickled it 
out into the open, and scooped it up. We put it in the enclosure with 
the other one, hoping that one or the other of them eventually would come 
to be civilized. 
In the evening we tried another stint of night -shooting, selecting 
the same reef let as our location. The first thing I saw upon touching 
bottom was a rock lobster moving thmugh the grass . During the day these 
fellows are invariably back beneath the rocks, and appear to be much 
more reticent than the spiny lobsters. Not far from the rock lobster I 
noticed two small prongs sticking out of the grass. Turned out to be a 
small octopus with its eyes up, watching the light. It was not afraid, 
