Wheeling Gull Isle are you feeling it now, mr. krabs?

Woah, Nuwu was right. This thing was pretty cool, with the way it skittered sideways and snapped those big grabbers on its front. Haoming walked a wide circle around her sibling and the poor creature they were tormenting, eyes round as she observed it. 

But she got a bit too close on the front, and before she knew it, one of the grabbers had effectively grabbed onto her upper lip. She let out a sharp yelp and jerked back, but unfortunately (for both her and the crab) yanked one of the claws off of the hard-shelled thing's body. It was stuck tight to her face, and no matter how hard she scrubbed at it, it wouldn't come off.