The week a harbor seal stole my sandwich... and my backup sandwich
So last Tuesday in Seattle, I was on a simple hull cleaning job on a 120-foot yacht. I surfaced for my surface interval and had my lunch bag sitting on the dive platform. I turn around for maybe 30 seconds to check my gauges, and I hear this weird slapping noise. This big, fat harbor seal had hauled himself up, unzipped my bag with his nose, and was chowing down on my turkey sub. I yelled, he slid off, no big deal. I had a backup PB&J. Next day, same spot, same seal. This time he waited until I was fully geared up and about to splash. He just pops his head up, looks me right in the mask, and snatches the whole bag off the platform. My tender was laughing so hard he almost fell in. Anyone else had a persistent underwater thief ruin their lunch plans?