Getting all Animal Planet on you lately is not part of my master plan.
Itâ€™s just that it just keeps happening to me.
So here we go again. A few days ago, LCB and I took a drive through the woods and found a new stretch of beach to explore. In fact, it turned out to be the very stretch I tried to find a few weeks earlier while looking for my son on his crab-hunting field trip.
LCB was being LCBish, so I was busy being the designated listener during the first few minutes of our walk on the new beach, stopping only to comment on the rather large, hard-to-miss horseshoe crabs scattered along the shoreline.
In retrospect, I have no idea why I didnâ€™t take pictures of the horseshoe crabs on the beach, since Iâ€™ve been labeled, by the small people anyway, as the camera-wielding freak of the family ever since I started this whole blog thingamajig.
Yet I somehow came to my senses after we left the beach and snapped a shot of the remains of a shell someone left by the side a tree. Really, itâ€™s fascinating to think about how my mind works in a not-so-much sort of way. Holla if you can relate here.
Anyhow, while walking, suddenly we heard what sounded like the pitter-patter of a thousand small feet scattering before us. We looked down and there were hundreds, probably even thousands of tiny crabs scrambling all around us.
I can still wake and sense when one of the small people shifts slightly in the middle of the night, but it took more than five minutes to notice I was surrounded by thousands of crabs. If this had been a Pixar movie, the crabs would have long ago tied us up and carried us off to their giant, two-inch crab leader, and the small people would have had to come rescue us with the help of an animated but sadly headless Teletubby.
Then again, while this scenario sounds a little far-fetched, I doubt in the end it would feel that much different from our normal daily activities.