Even at the Seattle Aquarium, where the mysterious world beneath the sea is exposed to us, where marine habitats glow in dim luminescence, where alien-like creatures swim, slither and waddle behind murky panes of glass, not everything is as it seems.
Not pictured: the line of irritated mothers and screaming children shooting hateful looks as they waited for me to finish channeling my inner-octopus (re: generic super-excited) face.
Not pictured: a small girl, most likely separated from her mother, trying to get the attention of these surly, disgruntled teenage volunteers.
Not pictured: The other children at the arts and crafts table, who were complaining that I was hoarding the only working gluestick. Also not pictured: my fish-hat, which obviously turned out way better than theirs.
Happy New Year's,