NetDoc, great story. Speaking of "bright" moments.
My dive buddy during yesterday morning's dive was attempting to feed an octopus we found in a den dug directly into the sandy bottom, sporting an entrance lined with rocks. She took her hand out of her glove to arrange a morsel into a more strategic location. Her bright white hand suddenly wiggling at the end of all that black neoprene ... and out of nowhere this orange flash and a loud popping sound ... followed by bubbles everywhere.
Turns out one of the garibaldi (among the dozens she had attracted) struck the back of her hand just over one of the bones so hard I heard it under water. She retracted her hand quickly and started writhing in discomfort. I moved over to see if I could help and inspect the damage. She cautiously exposed the aftermath - a sun ray pattern of tiny lacerations with just about the diameter of the fishes mouth and already turning sanguine.
That'll teach her!
Her consolation came when we returned to the lair. Her hand (still exposed) was treated to a friendly greeting from our little den dweller. Two medium sized tentacles cautiously scrolled out of the hole and became firmly fixed on her skin, shrinking and expanding visibly these little miracles of manipulation attempted to wrestle her whole hand back as a prize. My buddy apparently giddy now with delight worked the morsel out from under her palm and the cephalopod happily retreated with it's catch.
My dive buddy during yesterday morning's dive was attempting to feed an octopus we found in a den dug directly into the sandy bottom, sporting an entrance lined with rocks. She took her hand out of her glove to arrange a morsel into a more strategic location. Her bright white hand suddenly wiggling at the end of all that black neoprene ... and out of nowhere this orange flash and a loud popping sound ... followed by bubbles everywhere.
Turns out one of the garibaldi (among the dozens she had attracted) struck the back of her hand just over one of the bones so hard I heard it under water. She retracted her hand quickly and started writhing in discomfort. I moved over to see if I could help and inspect the damage. She cautiously exposed the aftermath - a sun ray pattern of tiny lacerations with just about the diameter of the fishes mouth and already turning sanguine.
That'll teach her!
Her consolation came when we returned to the lair. Her hand (still exposed) was treated to a friendly greeting from our little den dweller. Two medium sized tentacles cautiously scrolled out of the hole and became firmly fixed on her skin, shrinking and expanding visibly these little miracles of manipulation attempted to wrestle her whole hand back as a prize. My buddy apparently giddy now with delight worked the morsel out from under her palm and the cephalopod happily retreated with it's catch.