019 - We call Mike Vecchione on the squid-phone

Author: deepseapod
Published: Fri 07 Jan 2022
Episode Link: https://deepseapod.podbean.com/e/019-we-call-mike-vecchione-on-the-squid-phone/

As promised in the Christmas special, we call the ‘squid-phone’ – a special line used by scientists globally when they seem something strange and squiddy. On the other end of that line is Mike Vecchione, the expert on cephalopods. We talk giant and colossal squid (to audible groans from Mike); the bigfin squid (Magnapinna), most famous for being the squid with the long trailing arms that’s often used as an example of terrifying deep-sea creatures, but also a species, genus and Family that Mike described and would love more sightings of.

In recent news, we worry about deep-ocean circulation and its impact on climate. Reflect on a year of amazing sightings from Monterey Bay Aquarium Research Institute (MBARI) including the giant phantom jelly (Stygiomedusa gigantea) and barreleye fish (Macropinna microstoma).

We also address a snailfish imposter. The world’s deepest fish, the Mariana snailfish is more often than not represented by an image of a totally different species that happens to have a more attractive headshot. Prema Arasu presents her poem; An Ode to the Blobfish, in honour of another species dominated by one misleading photo.

Our regular contributors drop by too: Larkin – our resident deckhand tells the tale of an impromptu squid dissection and Don Walsh reflects on piloting the super-deep diving bathyscaphe Trieste in a time when giant squid attack was still a worry.

An Ode to the Blobfish by Prema Arasu

O Psychrolutes marcidus! O gelatinous shape!

Thou art the ravish’d bride of deep-sea trawlers—

Unassuming foster child of the timeless abyss

Untimely ripp’d from thy diatomaceous womb

Fearful fishermen rejoice at thy sacrifice

An Antipodean altar attended by inchoate priest—

Then once by man and angels to be seen,

In roaring thou shall rise and on the surface die.

Were I anointed and dragged to your Hadal habitus

Flayed and deconsecrated at thy mucilaginous prow—

Were I to partake in salt’d communion