The total value of the crab that was caught is up slightly this year and that total values is being caught by one third as many boats and so what's happening is that the average catch per boat is way, way up.
The kids all seem to really like the crab races.
O.K. I'm running out of appetite. Let this swirl- a bit like Crab Nebula- do for now.
I grew up in New York City. In elementary school, I was a charter member of the Scribble Scrabble Club, and in high school, my poems were published in an anthology of student poetry.
It was teeming with a diversity of life, with mussels, tubeworms, fish and crabs. Struggles for survival were playing out before our eyes. The incredible multitude of crabs in combat with each other for existence is an image I will never forget.
Their habitat: the ocean. Compared to other habitats, the ocean doesn't change as frequently over time. Also, horseshoe crabs have a simple shape and niche that works well for them.
She can project herself into my body and take command of it. She has a parasite soul; yes, she is a parasite, a monstrous parasite. She creeps into my frame as the hermit crab does into the whelk's shell. I am powerless. What can I do? I am dealing with forces of which I know nothing.
Because I wasn't going to do it. I'm just going for the crab cakes.
I'm a terrible Scrabble player.
I typically just try to break them into the concept of club Scrabble as opposed to family Scrabble.