shrimp, and ho sottlod down behind a rook looking very sad and contrite. 
I offered him a couple of fish bits to make up for the handful he had 
coughed up, but he would have none of it. And he wouldn’t come near the 
cleaner. 
In order to drum up some new customers for the cleaner I set up the 
fish trap and in five minutes it was teeming witn small grunts and squirrels. 
Apparently they were smaller than I had thought because when I picked up the 
fish pot to carry it over to the cleaner enclosure they all popped out 
through the meshes save for one squirrel who could get only part way, and 
hung with his head fast in the wire. I put the trap down and after a little 
careful maneuvering to keep away from his barbs managed to back him up into 
the trap again. Vifheroupon he rushed with great enthusiasm to the other 
side of the enclosure and got his head stuck in those wires. After his 
second release ho was beginning to look frayed and was a little more cau- 
tious. He waited for the back door of the trap to bo opened, and then 
swam thoughtfully into the cleaner pen. It will be interesting to see if 
the cleaner works especially on the squirrel’s sore spots. 
Wo glassed up the main shooting pen and lot Remo into it tc find out 
if he would try to ride the big grouper. Nothing happened. But suddenly, 
and for no reason that I could see, the grouper went completely berserk. 
He charged about as though he had lost control of his senses, banging into 
the glass in a frenzy, and generally upsetting the furniture. I thought the 
remora had set him off, but Tom told me later that ho had picked up the 
it to touoh the grouper in order to 
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