A brief crab ethnography

Which is what you write when you don’t check your email for a week

Written May 2024

I fretted, briefly, that the rain had evicted the all crabs. Yesterday, my friend and I watched as they all acclimated to our shadows, emerging one at a time from their holes and waving their big claws around, like they were in a musical number. “The Tonight Quintet,” perhaps, or “If I Were a Rich Man,” ya ba dibba dibba dibba dibba dib…