I snapped this picture on my 5th dive in the GOT. I had never
before seen Myrtle follow me around with such affection. I finally
realized, after watching some of the angel fish trying to eat
a greenish/yellow catch bag tied to my weight belt, that she
must have mistakened my bag for lettuce, one of her usual foods,
and was pestering me in hopes of getting some food.
The catch bag does not, however, explain why 500 lb. Myrtle
decided to sit on my head twice during this dive. It was kind
of like meeting a really large St. Bernard that thinks it's a
lap dog.
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