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of film romaining and two and a half days of shooting left for the summer. 
We were set to make the day count. Most of the work would be with the mantis 
shrimps and the anemones, and we were loaded with subjects. 
I had only begun assembling the equipment when I realized that some- 
thing was wrong with the number three camera, carrying the 100mm lenses. 
Carried it to the surface, opened the box and found the focussing cable 
broken. I had used it yesterday afternoon, and nothing was wrong with it. 
An evening’s work would be required to replace it. 
With only the wide-angle camera available we decided to clean up that 
typo of material. Y^e placed the octopus in the shooting cage for the last 
time. lie refused to come out of his house, even for a crab. With our 
time limited we could not wait for him to make up his mind, so I reached 
through his back door and poked him out into the open with my hand. He 
stomped about the pen still refusing to touch the crab. We opened the door 
for the moray, and he came in fast. The ooto puffed ink and headed for a 
high corner of the cage. The moray made a couple of passes at him and then 
subsided, so far as I could see, without touching the octopus. The latter 
was very excited, and this was not relieved by the trigger and the small 
Nassau grouper. They would move in on him from time to time -- the trigger 
from outside the glass, the grouper from inside. Neither one could hurt 
him, but it did not steady his nerves. 
The moray paid no further attention to the octopus. I photographed 
the grouper blustering about the moray *s head, bristling and making faces. 
