I had the saddest dream a couple of nights ago ... about squid. I was a marine biologist who had to go into a squid family's living area and kill their several dozen babies to use as scientific specimens. Ultimately it would be for the good of squidkind (we were trying to find a cure for a squid plague or something), but I felt terrible as I slashed the babies in half with my sword (which is always the best way to collect scientific specimens), and even worse as the mother squid swam over to the grandmother squid and into her arms, flashing upset reds and purples. One of my colleagues took a picture of their embrace, and I yelled, "Just leave them alone!" as if he were the squid paparazzi.
Squid do not live like this.
These were fairly giant squid, but not, I think,
Architeuthis.
*Sad squid is not my work. I found it
here.
Published on April 26, 2011 22:59