I like crabs. I tend to like animals that are grumpy-looking, which is why I like cats too. (Not all cats are grumpy, but I am currently baring the scratches of not one but TWO cats on my arms. Oreo, from the day I took her to the vet last week, and a strange cat I pet on the street in Miami the other day. That cat was loving the attention and then outta nowhere, she swiped me a good one. Chris was amused, in disbelief I still love cats after all they abuse me. I just laugh it all off, though.)
Anyway, so I like crabs. I spent an hour on the beach in Costa Rica watching them fight over some bread crusts. Chris woke up from his nap and was, like, "You're STILL watching the crabs?!" He remembers that day as the day I that, and I am quoting here, was all "tee-hee-hee" over the crabs. Or "crabbies" as I call them.
So the other day, we were talking on the phone while he was docking the boat. And then all of a sudden he exclaimed, "There's a crabby on the dock!" Genuinely happy. To see a crab. And he called it a crabby. :D
I'm Stacey. I'm a 31(!)-year-old Wisconsin girl living in sunny South Florida. The highlights in my life are my lovely boyfriend, my aloof cats, my adorable/adoring stepdogs, my two lumbering tortoises, select family members, being outside, being underwater, taking pictures, yadda yadda. Stay tuned for lots of babbling!
A small boy lived by the ocean. He loved the creatures of the sea, especially the starfish, and he spent much of his time exploring the seashore.
One day the boy learned there would be a minus tide that would leave the starfish stranded on the sand.
When the tide went out, he went down to the beach, began picking up the stranded starfish, and tossing them back into the ocean.
An elderly man who lived next door came down to the beach to see what the boy was doing. Seeing the man's quizzical expression, the boy paused as he approached. "I'm saving the starfish!" the boy proudly declared.
When the neighbor saw all of the stranded starfish he shook his head and said: "I'm sorry to disappoint you, young man, but if you look down the beach, there are stranded starfish as far as the eye can see. And if you look up the beach the other way, it's the same. One little boy like you isn't going to make much of a difference."
The boy thought about this for a moment. Then he reached his small hand down to the sand, picked up another starfish, tossed it out into the ocean, and said: "Well, I sure made a difference for that one!"
