"“ 36 "*' 
as friandly as could bo, and I tagged him around for awhile watching while 
ho chomped grass and from time to time drifted to the surface for a sniff of 
air* A very noat, woll-bohavod little character, and I am delighted to have 
become acquainted with him. Tom tried to feed him some grass, but ho would 
have none of it. Preferred getting it himself. 
Checked Yucatan! ous again. Still in the same place, and still with 
potential customers who receive no attention. The fish in the cage with the 
pedersoni are still flighty. The little shrimp was constantly signalling 
to them, but they paid no attention. The queen trigger was not jumpy, but 
she ignored the cleaner altogether. I think we will have to change the 
potential customers. I have a notion that the groupers, the coney, or some 
goats would be better material. Actually I do not recall ever having seen 
a trigger at a cleaning station. 
The big hassau eats food as though he hadn’t had anything for a week, 
and appears not the slightest concerned at being in a cage. I think ho 
trusts mo to have no evil intent, and is just rocking along to see what will 
happen. And the octopus has gone into his new house. All I could see were 
some of his sucker discs in the doorway. The remainder of him was out of 
sight. Thank goodness J Uow we can begin moving him around for pictures. 
Had finished for the day and was taking off my lead bolt when Chris 
came puffing up, having swum ail the way from our old shooting location of 
other years, pulling the hand net. In it was a very big — - and very angry -- 
spotted moray, I took him down to the holding pen and turned him loose. 
