Attitude

Several weeks ago, I drove down to Aarons Beach to check on things and discovered that a herd of juvenile delinquent fiddler crabs had uprooted a "Parking This Side of Road Only" sign, flung it into the mud and incorporated it into their twisted little fiddler crab habitat.

As an aside, that sign was always a mystery to me, and I'm not exactly surprised that the fiddler crabs would declare it to be ridiculous and toss it into the mud.  But still, they are brazen little crustaceans.

As you can see, these very tiny churls crabs sport nasty attitudes and thumb their noses by waving their one over-compensating claw as if there is any chance of intimidating Chesapeake Bay Woman, who is a black belt in marsh arts.

Their default disposition is mad, and their default mood is bad. Bad to the bone. Or the shell, as it were.

Above, you'll see where they've tried to bury themselves in the mud (those darker areas) because the sign is blocking their ability to retreat further away from me. They don't realize all they have to do is scurry around the sign.

Fiddler crabs is so stupid, to borrow and slightly modify a phrase from Yosemite Sam who at the time was speaking of dragons. (Click on this  link  or this one and tell me if the audio works.  I have just laughed myself silly with these Yosemite Sam clips. This is a first for me-the audio link, that is.  Not the Yosemite Sam quotes.  Oh, how I loved Yosemite Sam.)

There is only one other creature in our midst whose default temperament rivals that of the fiddler crab.  He sits proudly atop the Totem Pole of Intolerable, Insufferable Creatures.

His name is Gustav the Killer Goose, and he can be found mocking the world on Facebook twenty four hours a day.

If you have a Facebook account, do a search for "Gustav" and select the one who claims to be a public figure. Mrs. Foolery is the brains behind Gustav's status, which is always cantankerous, ornery and aggravating.

Just like those fiddler crabs.

p.s. Right now, I am so tickled with the Yosemite Sam audio clips that I am beside myself. Seriously.  Howling with laughter. What fiddler crabs? Killer goose who?

Crabs

Yesterday on my "day off" I attempted to organize photos, and when the word "organize" is involved with anything, the attempt is usually short-lived.

Such was the case yesterday.

It's pitiful when your teen-aged son has to walk you through the steps to copy photos from a memory card to a CD. He's very patient, but my pride would not let me call him back for help after the second time.

Anyway, as I was perusing through the trillions of photos stored on old memory cards--because I never, ever delete a photo--I discovered many that I liked but never used for whatever reason.

The ones above were taken last year, I think, and they drew my attention because they perfectly describe how I felt yesterday after a most exhausting week.

But today's a new day and the start of a new week, so instead of focusing on a dead crab torn apart and washed up on the beach I will focus on something good, like crab legs with butter and Old Bay seasoning and vats of homemade cocktail sauce.

Here's to a delicious week.