chunder down under

I was thinking the other day of the sorry lot that a Sea Cucumber has drawn in life. Not just because I had too much time on my hands, but that yet again I had seen another backpacker's set of underwater PADI photos from the reef. In amongst the usual blue coloured photos of indistinct and out of focus clown fish there was the inevitable photo involving the abuse of the afore-mentioned marine invertebrate. The sea cucumber must curse the fact that not only has nature made it longer than it is wide (and therefore, in the puerile minds of the average backpacker, a phallic object) but that it is also slow moving and possessed of no offensive capability. Thus it only ever appears in pictures as an object of crude mirth. One moment it is crawling along the sea bed doing whatever it is that sea cucumbers do, it may seem boring to us but is no doubt fascinating to them, and the next it is grabbed and used in a variety of poses as a dildo/herpetic appendage/or a shit for the scatalogically inclined. After a minute of simulated fellatio or whatever else the sick mind of the perpetrator can come up with, it is then discarded to float to the bottom where if it is lucky it may have at least half a day before the next dive boat happens by.
Or perhaps I am just bitter because my photos didn't come out too well...