OK, that’s not entirely accurate. I had crabs. But I managed to get rid of them yesterday.
I told the school mum responsible for giving me crabs that I had a terrible fate in mind …
Feeding them to the chooks.
She looked horrified. So I devised a humane plan B: trekking to a muddy inlet to release them to a new, watery home.
Let me rewind.
The youngest arrived home from a playdate on Saturday with a plastic tub of crawling mud she’d collected on an adventure with her friend.
They clickered and clackered on the kitchen bench for the next few days and I started fretting they’d expire soon.
After an initial fascination, the kids’ interest in the muddy tub dramatically waned. At first they were gangbusters for a joint adventure to set them free, but by yesterday morning they were totally jiggy with mum taking care of the problem on her own.
Gee thanks.
After school drop off, I drove to a bush path, trailed down the hill and discovered this …
Now that’s a gorgeous way to start the day. Then I tipped the crabs out onto a rock …
And clambered back up the 100 steps to the road …
That was my exercise for the day sorted.
Has your kid ever brought anything weird home from a playdate? My youngest came home with molluscum once, which sounds kinda fishy, but is a scourge far greater than anything the deep could produce.
Song of the day: Smoke City “Underwater love” … ooo-la-la!
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OK…that heading will get the trolls excited! Bet you’re watching your hits escalate dramatically. Good job…made me smile today! 🙂
What a beautiful spot to give your little crustaceans their freedom. I hope it was a harbour inlet and not the river, otherwise death by chook may have been less traumatic!
Sadly Geoff, getting crabs isn’t nearly as fascinating for people as divorce angst.
I find the idea of feeding crabs to a chicken weird… sort of cannibalistic in a way. You might have spawned some exotic disease or something. I’m glad to see they went to a nice place. My kids never brought anything home from a play date but one son brought home a cow’s ear after a school camp at a cattle station which I discovered a week later in his undies drawer.
Ah Pinky, that made me giggle … and totally grossed my eight-year-old out.
Oh god molluscum – having Vietnam like flashbacks now to our experience with it
I can’t believe everyone keeps such an awful thing so secret.