got up the gaul to fuck with my template.
thought it was about time to update since there's now some new players on the scene. . .
but back to snorkeling.
. . . things i forgot to mention that were of mild interest:
first thing was finding a watering can. ya know. . . to water plants. for some reason one was about 30 feet down. the thing was rather small. i guess thats just how things are on a boat. smaller than the usual item, yet still functional. anyway. the opening to this plastic, yellow jug was about an inch smaller than the diameter of a coke can. maybe two-and-a-half fingers wide.
i brought the water can to the surface, and drained out all the water as i usually do. but this time i heard a scratching sound. i really didnt think anything of it. i attributed it to sand or small gravel.
but then i looked in. it was a crayfish (what i've wrongly been calling a prawn. i guess the difference is that a prawn looks like a mini-shrimp, and a crayfish looks like a mini-lobster, i.e. tails curled under vs. tails flat, respectively. however, i could be wrong). anyway, it was a fairly small one, maybe about 3 inches long. the claws were maybe barely over an inch. but the thing was, that the girth of this guy was larger than the hole to the can. there was no way to get that guy out of there barring ripping him out. so i guess the prawn found himself a permanent home. now, i'm not exactly too sure what prawns eat, but if they can live off the gunk that accumulates over time in the jug, then maybe his situation isnt that bad. yeah, it might be boring to pass the time, but at least he's safe from whatever's out there that may eat prawns. i guess getting some booty is somewhat out of the question too, however.
encounter #2 envolves a tin can. the thing was half opened by one of those old-school can openers. the ones that leave the serrated edges. . . that half that was opened was bent back and what was sitting on that surface was probably the most exciting (and intimidating) creature i found. it was about 2 inches long. brown with yellow spots. it was flat and tear-shaped. guess what it is yet?
a leech. here's a pretty damn close (if not exact) example of it.
before today I didn't even know those little buggers were in our waters. apparently thats now something new that i have to be aware of when going through forests of seaweed. so the thing was firmly plastered to the tin lid, however, i didnt bother to poke it, as i wasn't sure how well the thing could navigate through a liquid medium. i was more intent on keeping it at a safe distance. sticking to a tin can where i can hold the other side is just fine by me.
but when i crested the surface, the thing got pissed. the thinner end of the teardrop jumped up and started flailing around like Ray Charles. that small tip must be the head. it was really hard to tell while it was stagnant underwater. so with the fear of it flopping onto me, i took it back to where it was most calm, and moved on from there.
and you already heard the story about the old bottles. . .
thought it was about time to update since there's now some new players on the scene. . .
but back to snorkeling.
. . . things i forgot to mention that were of mild interest:
first thing was finding a watering can. ya know. . . to water plants. for some reason one was about 30 feet down. the thing was rather small. i guess thats just how things are on a boat. smaller than the usual item, yet still functional. anyway. the opening to this plastic, yellow jug was about an inch smaller than the diameter of a coke can. maybe two-and-a-half fingers wide.
i brought the water can to the surface, and drained out all the water as i usually do. but this time i heard a scratching sound. i really didnt think anything of it. i attributed it to sand or small gravel.
but then i looked in. it was a crayfish (what i've wrongly been calling a prawn. i guess the difference is that a prawn looks like a mini-shrimp, and a crayfish looks like a mini-lobster, i.e. tails curled under vs. tails flat, respectively. however, i could be wrong). anyway, it was a fairly small one, maybe about 3 inches long. the claws were maybe barely over an inch. but the thing was, that the girth of this guy was larger than the hole to the can. there was no way to get that guy out of there barring ripping him out. so i guess the prawn found himself a permanent home. now, i'm not exactly too sure what prawns eat, but if they can live off the gunk that accumulates over time in the jug, then maybe his situation isnt that bad. yeah, it might be boring to pass the time, but at least he's safe from whatever's out there that may eat prawns. i guess getting some booty is somewhat out of the question too, however.
encounter #2 envolves a tin can. the thing was half opened by one of those old-school can openers. the ones that leave the serrated edges. . . that half that was opened was bent back and what was sitting on that surface was probably the most exciting (and intimidating) creature i found. it was about 2 inches long. brown with yellow spots. it was flat and tear-shaped. guess what it is yet?
a leech. here's a pretty damn close (if not exact) example of it.
before today I didn't even know those little buggers were in our waters. apparently thats now something new that i have to be aware of when going through forests of seaweed. so the thing was firmly plastered to the tin lid, however, i didnt bother to poke it, as i wasn't sure how well the thing could navigate through a liquid medium. i was more intent on keeping it at a safe distance. sticking to a tin can where i can hold the other side is just fine by me.
but when i crested the surface, the thing got pissed. the thinner end of the teardrop jumped up and started flailing around like Ray Charles. that small tip must be the head. it was really hard to tell while it was stagnant underwater. so with the fear of it flopping onto me, i took it back to where it was most calm, and moved on from there.
and you already heard the story about the old bottles. . .
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