(See Part 1 for more stories from the beach…)
On Sunday morning (our first morning at the beach), I woke up at about 4:30am, then again at 5:20am, then again at 6:08am, and then again just after 7:00am.
So at around 7:30am, though I had hoped to sleep-in a bit, I finally decided to just get. out. of. bed.
As I walked up the stairs from my bedroom on the first story to the kitchen and family room on the second story, I thought the house seemed rather still and quiet, but when I got almost to the top of the stairs, I realized my uncle was already wide awake (something about taking a 5 hour energy drink somewhere in the ballpark of 5am. . .). And as I approached the final landing (still in somewhat of an I-don’t-know-if-I-really-want-to-be-awake daze), he picked up his camera and said he had something to show me.
So he showed me a picture of a sandcrab. Alive and well. At the bottom of a pool.
The pool right outside the house to be exact.
It was at this point that I said something to the affect of, “Can you see him from the top deck? Is he still there???”
To which my uncle responded with, “Yes. . .there are two of them. . .uh, I don’t think they can get back out. . .”
So I ran out to the deck, looked down, and sure enough, there were TWO crabs chillin’ on opposite sides of our pool.
And while we could not find a pool skimmer, which would have been a much simpler option to retrieve the crabs, my brother took matters into his own hands and got them out of the pool with a rake.
The crabs were none too pleased.
I unfortunately do NOT have a picture of what happened next (major bummer…), but when my brother pulled the large crab out of the pool and set him down in the sand, he went into full-on attack mode with front pinchers raised and open. I have never seen a more petrified crab.
It was hysterical!
But apparently those two crabs forgot to send out a memo to their sandcrab community because there was another one sitting on the bottom of the pool when I left Monday morning.