It’s like the Monterey Bay Aquarium people knew I was coming. And that the sight of my intoxicating love globes would send the octopus into paroxysms of madness. Lovecraft had nothing on these mounds of madness.
Happy Anemone is happy!
Yes, in fact, I *did* sing the na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na Batman!! Song to these bat rays. They enjoyed it. Nobody sings to them anymore. Not since that unfortunate outing to a Tim Curry musical (it didn’t end well). 
This is the very Bay for which the aquarium is named.
It is a truism that when you go to see penguins, they will attempt to swim through the seven-inch plexiglass to hop into your lap. But only if you’re me.
We call them “jellies” now. Not “jellyfish”. Snurr snurr snurr.
Actually, EVERYTHING just wanted to swim into my lap. Dude here is the size of a queen size bed. Name’s Garry.
Leafy Sea Dragon!
i make squee noises when you tell me stuff.