I came across this crazy video on National Geographic of an octopus squeezing itself through a clear plastic tube.
Because it has neither bones nor gas bladders, an octopus – including the 600 pound one in the video – can squeeze its body into seemingly impossible places. The short description of the video says some of the tubes that the octopus passes through have the diameter of a quarter!
Don’t you wish you could do that? Think of all the possibilities!
This novel was published after the Chilean-Mexican author's death, and I'm not even sure if it was entirely finished or not. It is broken up into five parts which, while connected, stand pretty much on there own. I have not yet made it to the grim part about the murders of hundreds of women in Mexico, so I have so far found it enjoyable and even funny despite some dark underpinnings. It's had a ton of critical praise, and I like it much more than my last foray into the violent novel genre: Blood Meridian.
Been listening to this one a lot, pretty much the whole way through.