@Arella Mae,
I fell in love with otters decades ago while I was sitting with a friend in Catalina Island (off LA) where I had just run into some small misunderstanding between the friend's plane and an idiot sign placed where nobody could possibly have seen it, this being the only runway on the planet where you can't see one end from the other due to a bump in the middle - but never mind, the point is my friend and I had to do some waiting and we were watching otters floating on their backs near the beach using pebbles to break open shellfish they had gathered up on their tummies. I said to my friend words to the effect "so much for the theory we're the only tool-using animals" and was promptly shut up for quite a while (not a usual occurrence with me), first by the nearest otter, who paused his shell-breaking activities to look at me, then glance at the sky with the "ye gods, why do you send such idiots my way?" look, then resumed with his work, and then, and while I was still laughing with the otter, and even more painfully, by my friend, who said, somewhat shortly, words to the effect "considering how inept some of us are with some kinds of tools, the otter might have a better chance explaining matters to the FAA". Well it was his plane - the friend's, not the otter's. Very long and roundabout way of explaining why I love otters, but I can't think of any way of shortening it. Sorry
