Saturday, June 26, 2010

Crab attack


The Boy and I were at the beach a couple of weekends ago. We saw an Atlantic Rock crab, the biggest one I've ever seen. I picked it up to show the Boy (I wanted him to think I was cool), thinking I could hold it in a way that it couldn't pinch me.
Wrong-o.
I shrieked. The Boy shrieked. Two kids he was playing with shrieked. I managed to shake it off, and it scurried away and buried itself under the sand. It broke the skin on my right middle finger, and it hurt for about four days. My ego is still smarting from the amused looks of the other beachgoers, who undoubtedly (and rightfully) thought I was a moron.

1 Comments:

Blogger 涂宛臻 said...

死亡是悲哀的,但活得不快樂更悲哀。......................................................................

6:24 AM  

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