Bayou Squid.

Out in the back bayous, in Plaquemines and St. Bernard Parishes, where there aren’t any roads to speak of, that’s where the bayou squid run thick at night through the eel grass and cane. That’s where the black water sparkles under the starshine, rippling with the movement of millions of tentacles undulating in unison under the waterline. 

Bayou squid don’t glow in the dark, but when they swim en masse the swamp has an eerie gelatinous translusence that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand on end.  When the squid are running, the swampwater sloshes like rain through a cemetery.  Thinking about it makes both Cajun and Creole smack their lips in anticipation.

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