For the love of nudibranchs...
If, like me, you are mad about the ocean and all manner of marine life, like googly transparent things with 10 stomachs that live at extreme depths and if you, too, receive the Holy Viperfishes, Batgirl! reaction when viewing a 35 pound anglerfish, then by all means fit your mask and snorkel in place, grab your coffee mug shaped like an orca’s head, get comfy in your wetsuit, kick your boogie-boarding-flippers up and, armchair deep-sea diver that you are, go HERE. Check the brightly colored tabs on the right side of the page and prepare to lose yourself in ocean oddity. Also, if you, like me, happen to have a 3 year old boy into tide pools, lionfish and Nemo, you will get much–and I stress it–much mileage from this link. Go. Dive in. Pretend you, too, could get up close and personal with a pygmy seahorse without worrying a shark is about to eat you from behind. It’s a wonderful world.
I just like to say the word Nudibranch.