It’s an octopus?
Yep. Atticus accidentally caught a baby octopus during field work and decided to bring it back with him and nurse it to adulthood. His own little mollusk. He’s totally in love with it.
He comes home with octo-updates.
“It* turned pink then brown then got all spikey! It’s so cool.”
“It ate three shore crabs today! The little cutie.”
“I want to give it a present–make an octopus palace! Do you think it would like a squeaky toy?”
“I moved it into the octo-condo today–totally inked me. I hope inking doesn’t hurt it.”
As for me, I content myself with viewing the competition for my husband’s affection every two weeks or so. And, despite my jealousy, I can’t help but think it’s actually a pretty cool pet to have.
I mean, it really does turn pink, then brown, then spikey! Bet your pets never did that.
*Atticus has decreed that we cannot name the octopus because “that is exactly when cool things die.”