Crabs…

     

         Back in about, oh… 1958… the family went to Madison Lake for a little swim.  Lunchtime came along and we all ate.  Mom told me not to go into the water for about an hour, and I swear she told me that, if I did go in the water before an hour was up, I’d get crabs…  Now, being 4 years old, you know, anything’s possible.  I knew about crabs – or crayfish – and I wanted to see if what she was telling me had any merit to it…  So I went in the water long before the hour was up, and sure enough, I looked down in that crystal clear water, all the way to the bottom, and there they were… CRABS!  They were just walkin’ around down there, just hangin’ around…  I figured they knew it hadn’t been an hour since I ate.  Of course, I was terrified of crabs, with their pinchers, so I, once again (refer to “Scamper and I”), went screaming bloody murder to my mother, telling her she was right…  I really can’t remember the expression on her face while I told her about seeing the crabs on the lake bottom, but I sure can remember her laughter when I was done.

 

          Moral of the story?  Always listen to your mother, even if you have the understanding of a 4 year old…

 

J.C.B.

 

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