We were the guys that had to go and take care of it because we had the most people and we had the, the numbers of strong guys type of thing. So yeah, nothing really obvious, real glaring. One disappointing thing, I remember I was actually, this is predates my assistant curatorship, but I wanted to do a study of Chico and I would stay after work and at night when the lights would go down, he would rest, which meant he would sink to the bottom and just lay there for 20 minutes. That’s what I recorded. And then he’d slowly come to the surface, take a breath or two, and then kind of float back down. And after early into the study, the animal died and I’m like, ugh. Number one, it was a favorite animal of everyone and it was a real heartbreak to lose it. But end of my research. So Now in 85 you become the curator of marine mammals.
