Dan

One story from the diving: Clam Gardens.

My neck is stiff from constantly turning around to see everything. I see a cloud of smallish yellow and black fish, likely damsels. Nice, but not spectacular here. I almost turn away, but I spot a tiny piece of fluff in the water tumbling near one of the closest damsels.

As I subconsciously suspected, the damsel gulps it down. I am pleased to see a fish eating, however minor this might be, when the fish spits it back out intact.

Huh, I think. Another damsel rushes in to take advantage. He too changes his mind after but a short interval. This scene is repeated several more times.

Finally, the bulk of my presence wards off the school and I am left alone with the piece of fluff, who is not fluff at all. He is a tiny nudibranch of purple and yellow.

It took effort to see him for what he was, tumbling through an ocean akin to our milky way to us. I guided him gently over to Justine for a picture. He eventually climbed onto my hand. Justy took the pix. I delivered him to a nearby coral head and it was over.