and dull# No chance for pictures* Wo have been unsuccessful in getting 
our octopus to accept a house for himself, and a house is essential* If 
he will adopt a house of some sort we can move him about without his 
becoming upset* We tried him first on one of our former octo houses, a 
largish glass jar encased in cement* No sale* Then we put two empty 
ccnchs in his cage, and I am sure he is small enough to get into either one 
of them. He sits on the outside of the shells and looks about* When I pat 
him lightly with my finger he should crawl inside, but he merely flattens out 
and remains whore ho is* Today Chris and I made a special house for him, 
using a short length of asphalt pipe perhaps five inches in diameter that 
we had found on the bottom. We tacked a solid piece of plywood on one end 
of it and on the other a similar piece with a hole in the middle* To give 
it the look of a rook I covered it with fiberglass res Us n« ^^i^d s r 1 1 e d ^ 
with sand* It looked very pretty when we had finished, and our eight-legged 
friend should bo happy with it* When I put it into his cage and took out 
the conch shells he paid no attention to it, but just hung on the side of 
the wire. During the night he may change his mind. 
Our big grouper is back again* And very friendly* I fed him some 
minnows and then wheedled him into our big shooting pen. We want to see 
if Remo vrlll try to ride on him now that his s’nark is gone* He made no 
fuss about it when he realized ho was in jail; just hung in the water next 
to the wire wall and looked at me accusingly* 
