Wild Things this week
Seh Suan (left) requests a photo of the menacing clouds that gather at the end of our Changi trip. Sneaky cam (which is actually an MP3 player) makes a valiant effort ...
We were joined at Changi by some Blue Water Volunteers: back, from left Dan Wei, Ming Sheng and Bernadette. Wai, as usual, holding something small and squishy that she has fallen in love with. It's always a short-lived love-affair. After an affectionate interaction, all love interests are carefully replaced where they were found.
The Wild Things on Kusu, among the wondrous corals in the lagoon...
It's Tracey's first trip with us, but he has already started to shoot the photographer who is merely trying to document the team. What's with this shooting each other thing that gets all team members :-) Everyone else is distracted by the pink anemone shrimp that Kok Leong has found in a gianormous sea anemone (from left to right: Robin, Tom, Wai, Tracey, Kok Leong)
Alvin (off frame) yells "Slug Sex!!", probably the only thing that could get the team moving THAT quickly at the end of a long long week.
It appears the slugs are really at it this season. Plus the seahares and leaf slug last week, we now got steamy shots of three different kinds of slugs...cool.
Since Healthy Breakfast was such a big hit, it reprised this week...
Tracey puts EVERYTHING on the sandwhich: cheese, salami, sardines...eeeww.
The sandflies and other annoying unidentified bugs were really swarming at Kusu. Alvin points out how he left the bug that stung him on his forehead as a warning to the other bugs. Back home, Alvin and I realise we are no longer reacting as badly to sandflies as we used to. Could it be we are building up an immunity? Oh please let it be so...
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That thing I was holding...was actually a baby seahorse, not the usual squishy thing, unfortunately. (Or perhaps it was fortunate for the squishy things?) And yes we did let it go. Eventually. After chasing it all over the place with a big black camera-monster. ;)
Imagine the stories that the little squishy things tell their therapists:
"I got picked up... Poked.... And then there was this great big... eye-thing staring at me... Just staring...."
How about the flippy things:
"I also had the eye-thing... Thought I was going to get eaten... But... All it did was stare... And I'm so tired now... I got flipped over so many times that I flipped out!"
And the stargazer:
"What the HECK was that?? What's with all the poking with sticks, and feet, and the baptisms and digging...?
Or the stonefish/stingray:
"OUCH! Damn heng I got to stab the joker back in the foot!"
Oops sorry Wai. I always think whatever you've fallen in love with must be soft and squishy :-)
I don't know Tom. I think the poor stingray I stepped on must have gone "Ow! My back! And I bent and broke my spine too poking the &^%$#@ person that stomped on me."
When I got stung, there was this 30 seconds or so, when I was pulling my ankle in one direction, and I could feel the fish struggling to pull its spine out of my ankle in the opposite direction. For a moment, the spine got a bit stuck on the bits of the bootie that it pierced through, before it got away.
And I think there is still a bit of fish spine left in my ankle...
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