Ask anyone who has done a manta night dive and you’ll hear the same words over and over: unreal, spiritual, life-changing, the best dive of my life. The imagery is cinematic. Black water. Bright beams of light cutting upward through the dark. Then, out of nowhere, a 12-foot wingspan glides into view and begins looping through the glow like a slow-motion ballet dancer. I won’t lie, I feel a little guilty for enjoying it so much. The curiosity and questions started to pile up after. Are manta night dives harmful? Are they becoming dependent on these sites? Is this any different from other forms of wildlife feeding tourism?