baaaaaaby seahorses
i hadn’t actually spend much time with seahorses before i had them tattooed on my leg, so it was nice that i had a chance to see some at the birch aquarium. the aquarium itself i didn’t like as much as the california academy of sciences‘ setup of fishyness, but the academy only had dead seahorses, so i maybe cried a little bit. until i wandered into the penguin room where they were feeding the penguins.
but the birch aquarium. seahorses that are alive, yes. a big porcupine pufferfish, yes. mostly, though, the baaaaby seahorses pictured (and titular). so small, two inches or so from head to tail-tip, they made the bumbling adult seahorses look positively graceful. the babies had managed to get tangled up when we first found them, but eventually unlinked themselves (i think they designed monkeys in a barrel after seahorses) and started bobbing around, upside-down and sideways. i love them.
other than the seahorses and the faux otka (r.i.p. real otka), the aquarium was just so-so. but there were four separate tanks with seahorses in them, so it was a worthwhile trip all-in-all.
