A day in the life of a hermit crab

My husband and I decide to go on a walkabout along the . The sun shines brightly and there’s a strong northeasterly breeze. I usually have my head downward keeping an eye out for special shells to take back home to Michigan. Then I spy a shell moving. Not only is the shell moving, but a colorful creature inhabits the shell. I point to the fascinating object and Steve immediately rushes over to take photographs and capture the moment.

The crab slowly moves out of range, and Steve carefully picks him up and places him back to where he wants to photograph him. Mr. Crab shrinks inside his borrowed house and pretends he is dead. Soon, he peeks out to see if the coast is clear. I spy his feelers and legs as he proceeds onward to wherever he’d originally intended to travel before we interrupted his journey.

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