Day Eighteen: Squid Farewell

First release today. I was starting to worry the animals were here forever.

This resident arrived about five months before I started. Dani explained more over our lunch break. Still getting used to how they speak. The distortion in their voice and the pauses in between words made me lose track of their story. For example, the following sentence, which took around a minute to say:

‘It appeared….when I was about…to go home. Lots of…legs. I liked the…way it….sparkled. Might say…we shared a sparking…surface.’ 

They never eat lunch of course, but now I’ve been here a few weeks they sits with me on the bench every day. Maybe they likes the flowers? 

This is the closest I have been to a Diamond as well. I had seen videos, and from afar on visits to the Stitch, but never close enough to put my hand in. Like everyone says, the rainbow lines really do look like chalk. Link said they only got going properly since solar. They used Diesel engines thirty years ago, but new arrivals appeared at a rate of less than five a year. Imagine that! 

The colours blended within the water, mixing liquid and solid into an endless result of shimmering stripes. Link flipped the squid from 237 to the departure tank with a net on the end of a stick. He emphasised once again the simplest methods can be the best. 

Drawn to the glow, the squid swirled around the rainbow, any sense of saying goodbye forgotten. Then with a flash our occupant was gone.  A good spray of water splashed on all side.

Nate dealt with the spillage. The puddles turned his brush into a rainbow. 'Not so magical when you’ve seen it a hundred times before,' he said. He was still whistling, so I don't think was actually angry. Still, I won’t ask him to help with tidying yet. 

Butter Mouse clip day again! Starting to feel like I am collecting someone's used tissues.  I wish I had more than these tiny ten seconds sips. Will make sure I keep them together.

Clip 3: Something in a tank, but not at the Stitch. But can this be nothing more than imagination?  Random brain firings of an unknown animal? Some of the detail is incredible. And if they are memories, where has she been?