Sorry I did not cover my mouth, said the gurnard perch, but we have no mask wearing restrictions down here! That spray of particles in the water is not Covid but the chewy bits of my last morsel!
I watched this little guy for some time, curious he was not at all perturbed by my up and personal presence. After all I was at least a thousand times bigger and wielding mini Suns to boot!
Soon it became obvious. My lights attracted small swimming crustaceans, like insects swarming to light on a warm summer night. My little gurnard friend had suddenly found for himself a mobile food truck and was settling in for a feed.
After any decent sized morsel was sucked into that gaping pout, out spat a shower of debris! Bless you I said as I packed up my truck and moved on rather than put on a mask of my own.