Stavanger Bay crabs taste better when they can't grab you

currently 59ºF and overcast, late night crab fishing, AW

Evermore does not consider herself a common beachgoer. if anything, this is her first time coming face to face with the waves of blue. but she is no longer sitting atop of the bluffs where she feels protected. now, she is subjecting herself to the wrath of the ocean.

the moon's gentle beams hide due to the dense cloud coverage. it is cold, the water is even colder as it rushes up her legs as she stands in the wake of the tide. thankfully, it is low, exposing the deeper sand and secret wildlife of the bay. evermore notes an alien-like creature crawling out of a hole in the sand, curiously she follows it.

however, the crab does not seem pleased with its visitor and shows evermore its large nose-nippers -- a threat. honey eyes widen in surprise at the little crab's audacity, and with a tentative paw, evermore suddenly flips the shelled creature on its back.

she can feel amusement well within her body as she watches the crab attempt to flip itself back over. due to its failure, evermore decides her entertainment show is over and snatches an arm of the crab within her maw before ripping it off. it is salty, it is new, it is exciting! but that does not stop the other pincher from nabbing her nose in a futile attempt to escape. 

evermore yips out of pain and swats her paw at the craw, attempting to push it off her nose. thankfully, it has a weak grip and falls limp to the ground, back legs kicking as evermore begins to try and disassemble its hard shell.