‘Fins alive!’ Who is this looking into my crevice? I’ve been watching their bubbles and I’m so nosy I’m going out to take a look. It’s the diver that keeps popping by, when its calm, to see what I’m up to. She makes strange squeaky noises as though she’s trying to talk to me. I think she’s saying that she’s written a book to tell everyone about my life. I’m such an amazing fish that now I’ve got my own blog – that’s technology for you!
Talking of technology, have you noticed I don’t need a large air tank on my back like the one she has? I’ve got gills that take the oxygen I need straight out of the seawater.
The diver is much bigger than me but I’m not afraid because, if she gets any closer, I know I can wriggle safely back into my home. My body is wedge-shaped and ideal for slithering into narrow cracks in the rock. You can see that I’m a small fish around 15 centimetres long, but you will soon find out that I am the boss of my rock!
