My Undefeated Champion

My Undefeated Champion

Monday…a good day to chill at the beach and race hermit crabs. Chainsaw, my find for the day, went undefeated in four races. Moving on to the Playa Conchal Invitational.

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21 thoughts on “My Undefeated Champion

  1. mrs fringe says:

    Hermit crabs are fun to watch. The first critter in my first reef tank was a hermit, came as a “hitchhiker” on a piece of live rock. But, ultimately they’re opportunistic crabs, and in my experience, once they tear a snail out of its shell to try it on, they discover killing snails and trying on shells is fun for fun’s sake. Banned in my tanks. 😉

    • coyotero2112 says:

      I had never thought of Hermits as shopaholics, but I guess every society has its fashion freaks. Clothing ourselves in similar fashion would be weird…having to take them off another person against their will. Ohhh, my mind is racing now. This is story stuff…a kid’s book…Hermie’s New School Clothes. Educational, you know.
      Later…

      • mrs fringe says:

        Not just taking them off against their will, the snails die without the protection of their shells. Murdering hermits. There is a lovely book by Eric Carle, A House for Hermit Crab. I read it many, many times to Flower Child 🙂

  2. What, exactly, makes a hermit crab a “hermit”? All the hermits I know (confession: I actually don’t know any hermits) take it as a point of pride that they don’t have a house, and all the things that go in it, to have to heal with. Wouldn’t calling it a Winnebago crab be more apt?

    • ah, misspelling. “deal with” not “heal with” … unless the crabs were suffering from some sort of ennui, you know, the emotional baggage of constantly being forced to race. sort of like stewball, but much slower.

      • coyotero2112 says:

        I’m so used to seeing my happy spelling accidents, especially the ones that can imply something else, I just roll with them. Should do a post on Spoonerisms…wonder how many people nowadays even know about him.
        Later…

        • Ah yes, John “Rambo” Spooner, I’ve seen several of his films. Personally I could never understand what Sylvester Stallone was saying most of the time, so I always assumed it was a slip of the tongue … though knowing Sly it might have been written that way on purpose. Still, I can’t knock the man whose dream role is playing Edgar Allan Poe (Stallone’s favorite author) … nevermore!

          • coyotero2112 says:

            Why didn’t he follow Arnold into the political arena, fight it out with the gutter brawlers? Perfect place for those who play loose with language…or just never learned to play nice. George W. Spooner…Ronald “Win One for the Spoon” Reagan…This is a bit long, but you may get a laugh.
            Sam Donaldson used to get so frustrated with Reagan’s handlers only allowing questions while the helicoptor blades were making communication impossible, with Reagan running into the White House with hand to ear saying, “What?..What?…” Donaldson yelled out, “Mr. President, a recent poll discovered that most men either masturbate or sing in the shower…do you know what song they sing?” Reagan, not understanding Sam’s frustrated sense of humor answered, “Why, no.” Case closed on him.
            Later…

            • I usually am very good when simultaneously drinking hot tea and reading your thoughts, except just now, because snorting boiling water through your nose as you crack up laughing … really hurts! ha! If Gollum had asked Bilbo that question while playing riddles in the dark he would’ve been able to eat the bumbling Hobbit and the story would have taken a very different turn (the answer, when considering most men, is John Cougar Mellencamp’s Make It Hurt So Good … it can be applied — unlike anti-inflammatory cream — to so many situations)

    • coyotero2112 says:

      On my wife’s site there’s a photo she took of a Hermit wedged into a hole in a piece of pink coral. I loved it. When I look at the Hermits who have become too large for their shells – such as Chainsaw – I think how desperate they are for a larger shell. A constant series of up-grading or death. That other shot she took of about fifty Hermits crowding for the shade of a rock at low tide would take away any claim to Hermitude…but there’s the survival aspect again. I imagine them as bitchy old people…insulting each other’s choice of shells and line-jumping.
      Later…

      • Yes, sort of like Statler and Waldorf from the Muppet Show, insulting everything they come in contact with. Still, from a Darwinian point of view, having one’s entire existence depend upon finding a larger shell seems a problematic way to survive. What do the Hermits who happen to live in non-shell-ish regions do? My kingdom for slightly larger living accommodations!

        • coyotero2112 says:

          Darwin’s law…they die off. There’s a beach up the coast called Playa Conchal, because large conch shells come ashore every day. No Hermits there…shells are too big. I sit on a quiet area of the beach at low tide and can see twenty or thirty of them at a time scrabbling around from shell to shell. That’s a Darwinian waste of time to most people here…watching life succeed or fail on the whim of the tide and whatever sea creatures are killing whatever other shelled beings that day or week.
          Later…

          • yes, but if Hollywood ever gave a hermit crab a budget to film their lives those couple of hours of scrambling about before the tide comes in must be epic in scope — a race against time where there can be no slow crabs surviving — I wonder if the crabs who do find their shells start their own badass club, sort of like squirrels that survive running across the street, dodging cars.

  3. words4jp says:

    Quite the handsome athlete- he would look great on the cover of a Wheaties box – or maybe it should be called Crabbies? 🙂

  4. Bizangelgirl55 says:

    Cute creatures. I miss the beach.

    • coyotero2112 says:

      These vicious, deadly, stealthy yet quick creatures…Love? You are so giving with your praise and understanding, even to one of the world’s most feared and dispised denizens. There’s a tear forming in the corner of my eye thinking of Chainsaw…
      Later…

  5. ioniamartin says:

    So glad I’m not alone. Last time we had five of them set up at the start line. One went nowhere, two went backwards and two duked it out for first. My crab was victorious! His name was Scooter:)

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