It’s an hexapus!

Two weeks ago, a cephalopod which looked to the trained and untrained eye like an octopus was hoiked from a lobster pot off North Wales, and (the sea not being considered a suitable habitat, probably by a social worker) was rehoused in Blackpool Sea Life Centre.

Ater two weeks someone notices that it’s only got six legs. There will be a fluttering in the cephalopodcotes* about this, I predict.

Should he, or she (I’m not up on sexing cephalopods, sorry) have been left in the wild to pass on (or not, depending on the genetics) his or her six legged wondrousness to other generations of xopi (who knows whether they’ll have six, seven or eight legs?) or should he or she be put in a tank for we short-lived humans to gawp at?

* Update: Damn, he’s a bit sniffy about it.  Probably sore his ancestors hitched up with those tiresome puritans and we got all the six legged cephalopods.