The moment the lid was off, we reached for each other. She had already oozed from the far corner of her lair, where she had been hiding, to the top of the tank to investigate her visitor. Her eight arms boiled up, twisting, slippery, to meet mine. I plunged both my arms elbow deep into the fifty-seven-degree water. Athena’s melon-sized head bobbed to the surface. Her left eye (octopuses have one dominant eye like humans have a dominant hand) swiveled in its socket to meet mine. “She’s looking at you,” Dowd said.
Deep Intellect: Inside the Mind of an Octopus, by Sy Montgomery in Orion Magazine. Read this during my lunch-break and have to admit I was a little teary by the end. Petting an octopus is definitely going on my bucket list.