To all the folks
I can't talk much now. Currently, I am in a little plastic bag. Placed into a little metal tray, just like how the Spanish Dancer Nudibranch got transported to...gulp, THE TANK.
It is really quite a scare. In about an hour they would place me into THE TANK, filled with all sorts of marine life. In the ocean there's always a nook or cranny hidden from a predator's sight, but in THE TANK, all of us know that it is too small for so many diverse species suited to different areas. Compressing the entire ocean to accomodate their kidnapped lives is not a good idea.
I'll be fish bait in an hour!
You can only pray now that the sharks aren't too hungry, that the bigger fish have other food and the corals are nice and big and friendly. Namely, the corals ought to be able to hide a little 3 inch thing like me.
I can still see my old tank and the dying coral waving sadly goodbye to me. We had formed a certian relationship during the past two days. Fish foster friendships quickly, because those humans can so easily drive a stake between us.
If only a current could take me away the same way it brought me to the surface waters,
Etana Chromodoris
