We’re swimming with the octos of the night, so baby take my tentacle it’ll be alright.
Seriously, though, this is a great video of octopuses frolicking around the ocean floor off the coast of the Philippines.
I’ve been fascinated with these creatures since I was a child. It all started with a cheap rubber octopus toy my father bought me. I recall thinking that they were scary monsters (which was super cool to a little boy) until I began borrowing books about them from my local library, which as I recall had a lot of sixties-era young adult science books with yellowing pages, workmanlike line illustrations, and thick library-bound covers with stickers that announced they were bound by prison inmates. I still managed to accrue enough information about the creature to understand that they weren’t monsters: They were highly intelligent masters of camouflage and notorious escape artists, to boot. This new impression was reinforced by this particular book; one of three my parents were able to afford before canceling their subscription. (I still remember bawling as my mother turned the delivery man away. What ever happened to cash on delivery?)
I watched every nature program about octopuses that I could (as well as a few horror movies) and nurtured a desire to own my own. This continued until I learned that they don’t live much longer than a year, which I suppose is just long enough to become emotionally attached to one.