Ghost & Fiddler Crabs
I remember going to the beach with Granny and Granddaddy. Granddaddy (or I) had caught a small ghost crab and I was keeping it in a disposable cup while we were driving to the hotel from the beach. Granddaddy was driving and Granny was in the front seat. I was in the back seat hanging over the front seat, holding the cup. I dropped the cup in the front seat and the crab escaped. Oh man! The fortitude Granny must have had that day! We never did find the crab.
On the same trip (I think), we stopped at a bridge where a river (Cape Fear, I think) emptied into the ocean. At the shore/bank, we found a huge colony of fiddler crabs. Granddaddy used his pocketknife to dig several of them out of their burrows (more than a dozen) and we put them in a small styrofoam cooler, along with some sand, shells and driftwood. They made it home. We set up a short, wide fishbowl for them and I kept them in my room. I had them for a long time and they were a really cool thing for a young boy to have. However, my poor mother had to deal with the stench!
On the same trip (I think), we stopped at a bridge where a river (Cape Fear, I think) emptied into the ocean. At the shore/bank, we found a huge colony of fiddler crabs. Granddaddy used his pocketknife to dig several of them out of their burrows (more than a dozen) and we put them in a small styrofoam cooler, along with some sand, shells and driftwood. They made it home. We set up a short, wide fishbowl for them and I kept them in my room. I had them for a long time and they were a really cool thing for a young boy to have. However, my poor mother had to deal with the stench!
