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320 pages, Hardcover
First published June 13, 2023
"...As these new ways of study develop, so also does our interest in what once might have been merely rhetorical questions.
One route to knowing others is also the most obvious. Behavior, in particular, reveals values—what is good and what is bad to an octopus— and hints at an animal’s experiences and intentions.
In Many Things Under a Rock, we will try to find some answers. Or, at least, try to see more clearly the shape that these answers must have so that we can better understand the inner lives of octopuses. This is a story of what we have learned and what we are still learning about the natural history and lives of octopuses."
"In Eyak, he told us, the word for octopus is tse-le:x-guh. Broken into its constituent parts, it means literally “rock under many-dwell” or “many things under a rock.” Since octopuses in that part of Alaska can often be found secluded under rocks at low tides, tse-le:x-guh is a wonderfully descriptive word, as the eight arms of a single octopus might properly be regarded as many things."
"...the oceanographer of the Prince William Sound Science Center in Cordova related to me a story she had heard: an octopus had drowned a medium-sized dog that was harassing it in shallow water. Gary Thomas, the Science Center’s president, told me of hooking a ninety-five pound octopus while fishing for halibut on the backside of Spike Island, right outside our door. Up on First Street at the Cordova Historical Museum, I learned the tale of a diver who got too close to a big octopus that grabbed him by one leg. The diver was on surface-supplied air and connected by intercom, so he was not in danger of running out of air. The octopus held him underwater for two or more hours before he was able to free himself. I was not entirely sure I should put too much credence in the story, but it still gave me pause. What sort of risk did I face in handling these wild animals?"
"When Michael talked about big octopuses, he meant somewhere in the range of seventy pounds or more, the size that he encountered while diving in Puget Sound. The way people talk, however, I wondered if we might not find even larger ones in Prince William Sound. The octopus record that no one disputed was 156 pounds, captured just north of Victoria, British Columbia, in 1967. It measured almost twenty-three feet, from arm tip to arm tip. I heard about this one from James Cosgrove, the chief of Natural History Collections at the Royal British Columbia Museum. He saw this octopus himself, on display for a few weeks at the Pacific Undersea Gardens until it died. Accounts of octopuses weighing about one hundred pounds are not that rare.
There are occasional reports of much larger animals, however. At the Santa Barbara Museum of Natural History, there is a photograph of a fisherman, Andrew Castagnola, with an octopus that he caught in the Santa Barbara Channel off Santa Cruz Island in 1945, for which the stated weight was 402 pounds. Another one caught off Santa Catalina Island early in the twentieth century appears in a second photograph in the same collection, and looks about the same size, although no one weighed it.
Jock MacLean’s reports from the 1950s top all claims for the species. MacLean was a commercial diver and fisherman in the Johnstone Strait, along Vancouver Island. He captured one octopus weighing 437 pounds and described another that weighed about 600 pounds and measured thirty-two feet across. In one account of Jock’s tales, the 437-pounder “filled a fortyfive- gallon barrel” and was weighed or measured. This tale was a yarn told on a boat several years after the events. Jock never captured the 600-pound giant but sighted it and estimated its length. If this is the case, then these weights and measures are highly suspect. Stories grow in the telling and such estimations can easily be off by a factor of three or four. All of these weights are more than double the largest size of well-documented records.
However, in another version of the events, Jock captured several animals of around 400 pounds; and the 600-pound octopus was captured and weighed. In this version, the measurement of thirty-two feet was from “tip to top” (arm tip to top of mantle), not, as I found more often, from “tip to tip” (arm tip to arm tip, extended). That is, spread out on the seafloor, this individual could reach about ten yards from its mouth. In all, it would be about sixty feet wide. Like the Eyak monster that ate people, no one could paddle past this one, at least not in a stroke or two.
Records for the species of 400 pounds and more are from over half a century ago. If such giants ever did exist, it is likely that they are now of the past, like giants to be found, once upon a time, in fairy tales..."
"August 1903, off Victoria, BC
Captain S. F. Scott was out yachting with friends for pleasure, but he was still about to have a bad evening. He had taken a rowboat out alone, a mile from his friends on the yacht. He was surrounded by a school of black-fish (that is, in modern parlance, a pod of orcas). One of these struck the rowboat hard enough that Scott was flung into the water.
Even so, the orcas around him were not going to be his biggest concern. On landing in the water, Scott was amused by the mishap. He swam back to his rowboat, and grabbed the upturned keel. At that moment, he was seized below the knees and jerked downward with such force that he flipped the rowboat over on top of his head.
“An octopus!” Scott immediately realized, as these large animals were well known in the area. Kicking hard, he momentarily freed himself and renewed his grip on the now upright boat. The octopus again grabbed his legs and pulled downward, as Scott desperately clung to his only support. He described the pain from being pulled as “excruciating”; but after long moments, the grip lessened slightly. Kicking with heavy boots and twirling to finish breaking the octopus’s hold, Scott freed himself but he was badly injured.
Sometime later, his yachting friends noticed the motionless rowboat and hurried to find him half dead from injuries. His skin had been largely stripped off from feet to knees and his upper legs soon bruised black. His recovery took him the next seven months..."