Who would
have thought cuttlefish could be so interesting; when it looks just
so-so fried and in a plate. If you happen to catch them in the aquarium
at the right moment, you can see just how amazing the way they display
their courtship ritual.
He, the macho, would caress her body all over, gently wrapping her around with his 10 long 'arms', (the lucky creatures), and their skin takes on a darker shade of iridescent sheen, and often change colours. One can almost see the expression of red hot libido. Then the female would leave the wooing male with a twist of the body and she retreats backwards, leaving the male with a trail of 'come hither', ink, tantalizing and inviting. The display of foreplay and sex of these lusty creatures is so so fascinating: assiduous courting, changing colours, caressing, sex till death ... that the Aquarium of Barcelona had advertised to urge people not to miss the spectacle!!
He, the macho, would caress her body all over, gently wrapping her around with his 10 long 'arms', (the lucky creatures), and their skin takes on a darker shade of iridescent sheen, and often change colours. One can almost see the expression of red hot libido. Then the female would leave the wooing male with a twist of the body and she retreats backwards, leaving the male with a trail of 'come hither', ink, tantalizing and inviting. The display of foreplay and sex of these lusty creatures is so so fascinating: assiduous courting, changing colours, caressing, sex till death ... that the Aquarium of Barcelona had advertised to urge people not to miss the spectacle!!
I would like to say that to me it was just scientific curiosity but it's also rather morbid that it had mentioned cannibalism. It seems that the cuttlefish only reproduce once in their life time when completed a year. To ensure descendants, they would spend days courting. When the female is receptive, they copulate like crazy for a short period of time, over and over again. Then, they die. Of exhaustion with so much sexual activity. The dead are often devoured by their fellow specie - the other cuttlefish, without garlic nor parsley.
Apparently they all die after the frantic marathon love making. After Easter, there's not one cuttlefish left in the aquarium. The dead bodies would be sent to the crematorium, to legally incinerated. I hate the
thought of them dying from beautiful love to ashes. Then another thought brightens me somewhat: all those beautiful little cuttlefish swimming happily dreaming their turn of love to come ...
How very fascinating is Nature!
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