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Desoo* The cleaner shrimps refused to clean for him, so he did not have an 
opportunity to see any of them in action* After he had gone back up to the 
boat I spent an hour or so scouring the bottom in a vain effort to pick up 
another mantis hole with a mantis in it like the one that dug his burrow and 
then vanished after my having fed him a fish. Nothing to be found. The 
place whore his house was located is now only a smudge in the sand, and there 
is nothing similar to it anywhere in the area. Very strange. 
August 8. 
Our first day to be rained out — and thoroughly. The day began fine, 
with a fev/ floating clouds. 17e were out at the location early. By the time 
we had glassed up the shooting pen rain was falling. It must be a sraal 1 
shov/er, we thought. Tom and I divided up a can of minnows and went searching 
for mantis dens. Our reef fish were a bothersome lot, constantly rushing 
in and grabbing any bits of fish we put at the mouths of likely holes. In 
fact I had had. to crawl into one of our cages mth my head in a corner to 
divide up the minnows in the first place. Mine were in a glass jar, and 
our big Nassau grouper was constantly biting at it. The only way we could 
work without trouble was to go far out away from the reef rocks whore the 
fish didn’t care to follow. We found only one small light green mantis 
scampering about among the grass stems. He was much too small to hold in 
any of our cages, being not over tv\ro inches long. 
The rain continued, and shortly before twelve I told Tom we had better 
