The Joys of Adulthood
I went to the beach today, and had an amusing run in with two small boys. I was passing by a particularly rocky bit of beach under a wharf, and I see them dipping some object into the water. I peek at it and realize that they're dipping raw chicken wings tied to strings between the rocks. I'm tactlessly curious, probably, and ask them what they're doing. Turns out they're crab fishing. So I sit and watch them for a minute, there's a little blond boy named Bobby and a little boy named Alex (A brunette. Obviously blondes are more specialer. j/k) and they're having a hard time catching a medium-sized crab they affectionately refer to as "Mr. Humongous".
The crab himself is funny. He would dash out from under his rock and latch onto the chicken wing and stuff as much of it into his mouth as he could just before letting go as we're about to catch him. I think it's fascinating how ravenous they were for the chicken meat. I don't suppose I should be surprised, though, since they probably get dead seagull all the time.
So after the third time missing this crab, Bobby finally fully registers my existence. He looks up at me suspiciously and says in an even more suspicious tone, "Are you an adult?" Flummoxed, I sort of go "Er, yes. Does that bother you? Er...I can go?" And then he treats me to this look that's part contempt and mostly a look that categorizes me under "Threat" and probably somewhere under "Pied Piper of Hamlin" only with crabs instead of flutes. I mean, go kid for being on your toes, but it was really rather a humorous occurrence. They sort of went back to ignoring me and I got bored and wandered off...Alex kept talking to me but Bobby seemed to sort of surreptitiously find another spot to crab fish away from me.
Poor, harassed crabs.
The crab himself is funny. He would dash out from under his rock and latch onto the chicken wing and stuff as much of it into his mouth as he could just before letting go as we're about to catch him. I think it's fascinating how ravenous they were for the chicken meat. I don't suppose I should be surprised, though, since they probably get dead seagull all the time.
So after the third time missing this crab, Bobby finally fully registers my existence. He looks up at me suspiciously and says in an even more suspicious tone, "Are you an adult?" Flummoxed, I sort of go "Er, yes. Does that bother you? Er...I can go?" And then he treats me to this look that's part contempt and mostly a look that categorizes me under "Threat" and probably somewhere under "Pied Piper of Hamlin" only with crabs instead of flutes. I mean, go kid for being on your toes, but it was really rather a humorous occurrence. They sort of went back to ignoring me and I got bored and wandered off...Alex kept talking to me but Bobby seemed to sort of surreptitiously find another spot to crab fish away from me.
Poor, harassed crabs.