Tabby

The little green fly that couldn't even protect itself from ordinary spiders. So the spiders fed, and grew, and fed, and grew. Dear Ben: It breaks my heart you didn't sign on for this trip. Your replacement, who call himself an ichthyologist, has only one talent that pertains to fish he drinks like one. There are nine of us in the expedition, and every one of us is fed up with this joker, Cleveland, already. We've only been on the island a week, and he's gone native, complete with beard, bare feet and bone laziness. He slaps around the lagoon like a beachcomber and hasn't brought in a decent specimen yet. The island is a bit of paradise, though. Wouldn't be hard to let yourself relax under the palms all day instead of collecting blisters and coral gashes out in the bright sun of the atoll. No complaints, however.