Mexico 2013: Fish

Sometimes I think I prefer looking for the little fish instead of the big fish.

Sometimes the big ones kinda give me the creeps.

This guy was itsy bitsy. A juvenile highhat. Not to be confused with the SO AWESOME old school Chinese restaurant of my youth in Tigard, the High Hat.

Safety in numbers, boys, safety in numbers.

All the better to see you with.

Weird camouflage tactics.

This guy was much, much larger than he looks. He was like the size of a large ham. Except made of feesh.