She was holding a shell shield when she approached the camera for the first time. It took her a few days to get used to the people coming, and she returned to a state of being on her own, no longer putting her tentacles behind her back and preparing to retreat. She is good at camouflage and can walk on the bottom of the sea with two tentacles, imitating the seaweed floating in the waves. The octopus is not taught by parents. In just one year of life, the skills are all on their own, and their skills are increasing day by day. One day she was swimming with you, she was very curious and trusted you. The camera fell accidentally, and she was frightened and fled quickly. She was frightened, left the cave where she lived, and never returned. Collecting traces, searching for a week, luckily reunited. She stayed for a while and seemed to decide to believe you. She is close to you, sticking to your hands. You have been diving for a long time, and when you floated up, she did not loosen up, and followed you to the surface. This intelligent creature is seeking novel experiences. In order to catch all kinds of prey, her intelligence is comparable to cats and dogs, and even low-level primates. She hunts at night, and in shallow waters, sharks are hard to reach. She catches crabs, eats, and debris floats everywhere. Several sea brittle stars competed for food, she cleverly used the suction cup to attract them before throwing them out. Using the method of catching crabs, she touched her back and hugged her tentacles to catch the lobster. The lobster soared up into the sky and escaped, like this several times. But a few weeks later she learned to catch lobsters, draw you to encircle the lobsters, and let you as part of a predation strategy. She spreads her body like a net to cover the lobsters from above. She can always formulate strategies and respond quickly. Once she was chased by a group of sharks, hiding under a rock, and the shark rolled dead and tore off one of her tentacles. She drilled through the rocks and swam slowly and feebly. She was bleeding, and the water smelled of blood. (In "Fox and Me", the little girl faces a similar situation and chooses to intervene directly, driving away the wolves and saving the fox. A set of sharp contrasts: the little girl and the trainer and the fairy tale, the middle-aged man and the biologist and the documentary .) Interfering with wild animals will cross boundaries, but he can no longer hold on to himself and checks her condition every day. She recovered quickly, and a small tentacle had grown a week later. As the tentacles grow, self-confidence is gradually restored. It took her about a hundred days to grow back the tentacles, which is one-third of her lifespan. The second time against the sharks was the pinnacle of her career. In this battle, she really played what she had learned all her life. She left the smell on the seaweed and let the shark bite the seaweed, and escaped by jetting from the back, all the way to the shore. (Is this a trick that only she can use? Not every octopus has the experience of following a land person to the surface. This magical trick seems to symbolize her bond with the land.) But she can't last for a long time. Leaving the sea is like a person cannot leave the land. The shark is still nearby, and she can absorb the shells as much as possible, Wrap the tentacles around the vulnerable head, curl up into a ball and use shell armor to resist the death roll, and even manage to stick to the shark's back, the shark can't get off her while swimming. Finally, she sneaked into the crevice of the stone and managed to get out. The last time she bloomed was a wonderful play. You find that she opens her tentacles and waves to the school of fish, not hunting, she is strategic and very focused when she hunts. She is playing with the psychedelic fish school. You finally realize that social animals often fight, but this animal that doesn’t like socializing will play with the fish. It’s almost like a dying person who wants his last life. The vitality is released. The poor hallucinogenic fish hurriedly avoided her. Playing with the strong requires a certain degree of strength, or enough craziness, obviously these fish are neither. She quickly lost interest in the school of fish and swam directly towards you, sticking to your chest (perhaps like a human holding a large pillow?) You stroked her tentacles. That was the last physical contact between you and her. Grand farewell. This is the curtain call of the Octopus Ji, a scene that is so beautiful and unreal, as if life can understand each other, as if octopus is not the carrier of genes, as if Pokémon really exists. What happened after that was by no means a great sacrifice, it just showed the cruelty of good fortune: the octopus was built as a genetic machine, a slave to the replication factor. After mating, she stayed in the cave, stopped hunting, no longer eating, and dedicated a large part of her body to the eggs, losing weight and losing strength. The date of the eggs hatching is her death date. There were hundreds of thousands of eggs. They were released into the water, and she was rushed out of the cave, dying. Schools of fish and brittle stars ate her body, and a shark took her away the next day. The scene performance, an unreally beautiful scene, as if life can understand each other, as if octopus is not the carrier of genes, as if Pokémon really exists. What happened after that was by no means a great sacrifice, it just showed the cruelty of good fortune: the octopus was built as a genetic machine, a slave to the replication factor. After mating, she stayed in the cave, stopped hunting, no longer eating, and dedicated a large part of her body to the eggs, losing weight and losing strength. The date of the eggs hatching is her death date. There were hundreds of thousands of eggs. They were released into the water, and she was rushed out of the cave, dying. Schools of fish and brittle stars ate her body, and a shark took her away the next day. The scene performance, an unreally beautiful scene, as if life can understand each other, as if octopus is not the carrier of genes, as if Pokémon really exists. What happened after that was by no means a great sacrifice, it just showed the cruelty of good fortune: the octopus was built as a genetic machine, a slave to the replication factor. After mating, she stayed in the cave, stopped hunting, no longer eating, and dedicated a large part of her body to the eggs, losing weight and losing strength. The date of the eggs hatching is her death date. There were hundreds of thousands of eggs. They were released into the water, and she was rushed out of the cave, dying. Schools of fish and brittle stars ate her body, and a shark took her away the next day.
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