Crabs are another fascination of Mayday's. When we go out for our morning walk, she scans the beach, looking for her next victim. Once in her sights, she will stop at nothing to get them. After she catches one, she grabs ahold of them with her teeth and shakes them vigorously until they break apart, leaving them twitching on the sand. Some mornings, there will be 3 or 4 different crab bodies strewn across the beach.
She has come close to catching a few fish, and I'm starting to get worried that she will catch one and bring it to me and drop it at my feet. I'm sure her victory in her fish catching pursuits is only a couple of weeks away . . .



