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While this was going on Tom pointed at something and began to laugh. 
It was a big trunkfish waddling along with a remora riding on Iti Never 
have I seen this before, and few things could bo more preposterous. Both 
of them appeared to bo perfectly happy. Tom picked up the hand net and 
clapped it over both of thorn. But tho meshos wore too big for the remora 
(ho was about six inches long) and he was out in e second. "We tried to 
catch him in our hands, but he was too quick for us. And then wo tried to 
shoo him into the cage — without letting the gurnard out. That didn’t work 
either. He banged into the plate glass and into the pen sides, and in the 
scramble the trunk fish bumbled out of the net and fled across the reef. 
The little remora took this sort of treatment for a couple of minutes and 
then, apparently concluding that we played too rough, headed straight out 
to sea, swimming fast and straight. Tom tried to head him off, but it was 
no use, and he vanished into the haze — • bewildered, no doubt at the treat- 
ment he had received when all he had been doing was to hitch a ride on a 
passing truck. He’ll probably stick to sharks after this. 
Before calling it a day I checked tho mantis den — there was no hole. 
Same mound of newly-dug sand, but no hole at all. Probabl^^ he had plugged 
up his doorway while he finished eating the prize I had handed him in the 
morning. Looks as though we ’ll have to be careful how we feed this fellow. 
July 7 • 
Chocked the mantis hole first thing this morning. No hole. Still 
