A fishy tale
Waikiki Aquarium. My sister, as usual, has the camera; it’s like a pacifier for a cranky 11-year-old.

Throughout the aquarium you can hear little kids crying out “Nemo! Dory!” Nemo, we know, is a clownfish. No one ever calls the clownfish Marlin. Dory is a butterflyfish. Factoid!
Also we see jellyfish. They’re pretty in the blacklight; the photo doesn’t quite do justice to them. The other day on a beach there were, apparently, little bitty jellyfish in the water (my sister caught one that was beached, then, in getting rid of it, accidentally dropped it on her leg).

I shall call him Squishy and he shall be my Squishy.
There’s been a problem with people bringing non-native fish to Hawaii. Piranhas haven’t got a hold here yet, but the appropriate agency caught people with pet piranhas and fined them. I’m curious how they knew to search the right houses for piranhas. I’m also curious why anyone would keep a piranha as a pet. They’re pretty, but.

I guess the sparkle is what attracts other fish. The piranhas had to be kept separate from other fish, as did some other carnivorous guy. That one had to be kept separate even from a mate, because they eat each other first, at least in captivity.
They also kept cool fish from Australia in a tank.

Leafy seadragons.

Later the very same week we went to this indoor walkthrough aquarium tube. Smile!

July 31st, 2004 at 7:02 am
Ah, man, next time you’re taking me with you.
July 31st, 2004 at 10:38 am
I am riddled with desire to go to Hawaii. I’ve always kind of wanted to go, like everyone else. Now that desire is annoyingly specific.
July 31st, 2004 at 9:16 pm
Next time, I’m moving. And yes, it’s funny how seeing pictures just crystallises desire. I actually went once before; it is the only reason I got my MA.
August 1st, 2004 at 7:47 am
Moving! Hmmm…much software development there?
August 1st, 2004 at 8:55 am
No, it’s pretty hard to get a non-service-industry job here.