I began my morning watching octopuses – or octopi, for those who enjoy quirky words – battle each other. They’re much better at conflict resolution than humans. Their fighting style is stately, dignified, ceremonious.
To initiate a fight, the aggressor “stands up tall” and approaches its foe. The challenged, if self self-confident, responds by lashing out with one or two of its arms at a time, and they begin tentacle grappling. More often than not, the second octopus has no interest in fighting. They change to a paler hue to signal disinterest, a built-in white surrender flag. No knives. No guns. No bombs. Just body language.
Watching them interact makes conflict seem sophisticated, and made me never want to eat them again (even though they’re delicious).