A little over a week ago, I drove down to Aaron's Beach and noticed an unusual number of dead blue crabs
At the time I didn't pay much attention to the fact that there were so many. Only vaguely familiar with the life cycle and habits of crabs, I assumed the blizzard caused a ruckus that unearthed them from their winter sleep and flung them all along the shoreline.
This leads me to the moral of this story which is: Winter is
Also, the next time I go to Aaron's Beach in the winter I'll be toting a bushel basket and some Old Bay seasoning.
Have a great weekend.