Thirty
Tuesday, May 24
Makauwahi Cave, Kaua‘i
“No, Daniel, it’s definitely not a mosasaur,” Laura said.
She was crouched at the creature’s front limbs, pointing out the joint articulations.
“You’re sure, babe? It could just be one that nobody’s described one in these islands yet, and you’ll be the first.”
Laura shook her head. “Other than the fact that that would be impossible—these islands are too young for something Cretaceous era—these joints are clearly from what was once a leg, not a paddle. This animal would have been semiaquatic at most, but it decidedly had legs and could walk.”
Daniel nodded. “You’re right, babe. Function follows form, as you like to say.”
Thomas didn’t take the opportunity to enlighten them on the fallacy of her Cretaceous comment. The two still didn’t kn
