022821c

 

on the sea floor

giant crabs balance pressure inside and out

shear thru submersibles

tasty morsels within

113020c

 
The Claws That Catch


Each crab darted out of its hole in turn to pinch a bit from his leg, and then retreat before it could be caught. It was the hole shell game all over again. Before long, they had worked their way up to his chin, and it was all she wrote.

013020b

delegation of snails
doff shells at palace gate
hermit crabs score big

020317b

The First Cajuns

some crustacean
known only from its burrows
grew fat under a Paleozoic sun
would have made good eating
if they'd had shrimp-boil spices back then

Hermit crab

Hermit crab leaving a trail across the sand at the east end of Dauphin Island, Alabama, on a small beach protected by jetties made of boulders.

Trilobites are not guilty

A trace fossil once thought to have been made by trilobites could not have been.

Bioirrigation in Alph n. igen., arthropod cubichnia from the Mississippian Hartselle Sandstone of Alabama (USA)

David C. Kopaska-Merkel, Andrew K. Rindsberg
Geodinamica Acta
pp. 1-19 | DOI: 10.1080/09853111.2015.1108569

crustaphobia

Conditional Decapods



If the Lobster Men invade next week, then we'll need this here big pot.

If we keep this humongous pot, Tammy Lou will have to park on the street.

With that big Plymouth parked out front, there's no way Cousin Phil will believe we're not home.

If Phil comes in, we'll end up playing that stupid game.

I swear I wouldn't mind if he would use clay pigeons.

Loretta and Dan will take offense, them being pigeon fanciers you know, and one thing will lead to another. Just like last time.

If one thing does lead to another, when Phil hits the garage with the RPG, that's all she wrote for this big-ass pot.

That'll make us sitting ducks when the lobsters attack.

Given that, the best thing to do is get drunk and stay drunk, and for that we need some cash.

Sell the dang pot.




End

GM might be necessary

Gives me hives just thinking about it


We knew the old man
he didn't have the chops
out on the beach
hanging around the
topless lifeguard
whenever her boyfriend
had to work
seafood breath, not like he
ate it, more like he was it
never got a good look
at his feet in his tacky
flip-flop shoes
coat of broken snaps
cop said he must live
somewhere around here
always moving
he looked homeless
he looked more than homeless
he looked planetless
something about the way he
vibrated when he walked
made you wonder
if he ever talked his way
into some girl's pants
what her kid would look like anyway.


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