The tiny mud-octopuses sloshed around in the murky waters at the edge of the riverbed, their adorable appendages waving around as their itty bitty suction cups pulsated as they came in contact with leaves, rocks and other debris. There was no denying, they were awful cute. Often they were collected and kept as pets by kids who lived in the saucer-shaped houses on the edge of the river. Malcom had no idea why. They ate four times their weight in garbage every single day. They were murder to keep fed outside their natural environment. But they were all the rage.