The Missing Crab
January 31st 2008 21:00
My parents liked buying live crabs from the local fish market. The crabs would come home still with protective binding around their bodies and my parents would put them in the laundry sink. There they will stay until they were ready to be cooked.
I felt sorry for the crabs. Often I would go over to the sink and watch them. Enraged, they would lift their bodies up and if their pincers were free, I’m sure I would have received several painful pinches. I can’t blame them. I would have done the same thing if I was in their position.
One time, a crab went missing. We were amazed as the walls of the laundry sink were at least a foot high so we could not see how a crab with its pincers and legs bound to its body could lift itself over the laundry sink and escape. But escape it did. My parents searched through every conceivable nook and cranny but still they couldn’t manage to locate it. My parents finally gave up.
It wasn’t until several months later when my parents were moving one of their heavy beds that they found a crab shell under the bed. The thought of it lying there dead all those months, possibly being fed on by maggots still gives me the willies to this day. Not to mention the pain it must have been in – firstly having sore muscles from being bound for days on end out of its natural habitat and then starving to death.
I felt sorry for the crabs. Often I would go over to the sink and watch them. Enraged, they would lift their bodies up and if their pincers were free, I’m sure I would have received several painful pinches. I can’t blame them. I would have done the same thing if I was in their position.
One time, a crab went missing. We were amazed as the walls of the laundry sink were at least a foot high so we could not see how a crab with its pincers and legs bound to its body could lift itself over the laundry sink and escape. But escape it did. My parents searched through every conceivable nook and cranny but still they couldn’t manage to locate it. My parents finally gave up.
It wasn’t until several months later when my parents were moving one of their heavy beds that they found a crab shell under the bed. The thought of it lying there dead all those months, possibly being fed on by maggots still gives me the willies to this day. Not to mention the pain it must have been in – firstly having sore muscles from being bound for days on end out of its natural habitat and then starving to death.
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Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
Curiously, have you heard the story about the aquarium octopus and the crabs?
Comment by Queenie
Quirky Folk
Quirky Queenie
No, I haven't heard that story. Do tell!
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
A public aquarium was noticing the crabs were going missing, and assumed it was staff helping themselves, and so put on a night duty security officer. During the night the security officer witnessed the most bizarre incident: in an adjacent aquarium to the crabs was housed an octopus, which when the staff left for the night waited until all was quiet and then (obviously not aware of the security officer) slid back the glass lid with its tentacles, slid up and out of the aquarium, down and across the floor, up into the crab aquarium, into the tank, grabbed one of the crabs, and took it back to its own tank where it then ate the crab and stashed the shell under one of its rocks!!!
TRUE STORY!!!!
Comment by Queenie
Quirky Folk
Quirky Queenie
Comment by Bryn
Horrorphile
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