We can safely say that one thing you would never expect to see in a car park is a live octopus.
You could probably argue that you there is a slight chance you’d see one if it was an aquarium car park, but even then the chances are slim to remote.
However, this octopus managed to get lost somewhere along its journey and ended up slap bang in the middle of the concrete floor of a parking garage in Miami Beach, Florida.
Actually, it wasn’t his fault – it was actually this week’s supermoon that was to blame as it caused higher tides.
Visitor: The octopus was caught up in high tides as a result of the supermoon (Facebook/Richard Conlin)
James Thomas explained to the Miami Patch: ”Due to the flooding underground or underground systems, as the tide rises you could have sea creatures making their way through the system (and) through pipelines.”
Florida resident Richard Conlin took the photos of multi-limbed visitor, who revealed that there was a happy ending.
He wrote on Facebook: “Security from the building filled a bucket with seawater, rescued it and placed it back in the bay.
”I spoke to them this morning and they said they believe it got away safely.”
It was much better to imagine men in some smokey
room somewhere, made mad and cynical by privilege and power, plotting
over brandy. You had to cling to this sort of image, because if you
didn’t then you might have to face the fact that bad things happened
because ordinary people, the kind who brushed the dog and told the
children bed time stories, were capable of then going out and doing
horrible things to other ordinary people. It was so much easier to blame
it on Them. It was bleakly depressing to think that They were Us.
“George is my pet goldfish. He was a birthday present, and over the past 10 years he’s lived a very privileged life, swimming in my backyard pond. One day I noticed a bump, and over the next few weeks the strange growth expanded to the size of an olive. Panicking, I told Tristan, the vet at my work, and he confirmed it was a tumour. ‘What can we do?’ I asked. ‘I can operate,’ Tristan said. Over 45 minutes, he cut away the tumour, using tiny stitches and glue to put the wound back together. Then, with bated breath, I waited while Tristan placed my little mate into the resuscitation bucket. Minutes later, his tail started swishing and, before I knew it, he was swimming around, alive and well! Some people wouldn’t consider going to such lengths for a goldfish, but George is family - and for family, we would do anything.”
- Lyn Orton, 50, Hoppers Crossing, Victoria, Australia
