Crablegs and Crablogs

Crablog

On the morning of the 4th, my cousins Matt, Dave and Christian took us (me, Caro, Shae and Matt's wife Tina) "crabbing." After about a half an hour without any crustacea to be caught, we asked Matt if he had ever crabbed before. He responded as if we were a bunch of fools. "Uh, Yeahh...In Nantucket." (Here's my immediate thinking: Nantucket is in Massachusetts-->Boston is in Massachusetts--> Boston Clam Chowder ---> Clams are basically like crabs--> Matt thinks we're being home dinner....)


Finally, after about an hour, we somehow caught the just-hatched sacrificial crab. He was probably the runt of the litter. All the bigger crabs were like, "Go ahead squirt. Just clamp onto that chicken wing. You'll be alright." (insert crab laughter) After some strategic zooming on the camera to try to make him appear larger than he actually was, we threw the little sucker...eh...pincher? back into the water.

Then the funny thing of the morning happened. I started talking about the red, white and blue jello shots (complete with gummy worms) from the night before, and Shae bolted up from her chair and puked (into wind, props!) In her defense, it smelled like fish out there.

The boys then threw the Purdue chicken pieces we were fishing with to the seagulls. Somebody pointed out that we were encouraging cannibalism...I didn't get it for a good couple of seconds.

We got a pretty good reaction out of Krys when we told her what we fished with.

In Krysia voice:"Why didn't you bring them home and put them on the grill?!"

(I shouldn't mock her...that actually would have made up for the crab dinner...or lack there of!)

Later on, we all decided to call our morning activity "sitting."

Later in the day when Matt and I weren't catching anything while fishing in the ocean, my wise cousin said something that stuck with me.

"They don't call it catching!"

I caught a small barnacle.