As we, chin deep in the economic downturn, gurgle the wake of the housing crisis, I want to reflect a minute on the lifelong plight of the hermit crab. In the very first blog post I mentioned the plethora (see: The Three Amigos) of hermit crabs on our beach in Merizo and in the photo you can see some of the variety of shells available to the crabs living on this beach. As I learned from Wikipedia, their survival and growth depends not only on the abundance of gastropod shells in the area but also on the predators who will eat gastropods and then leave the shells intact. That's a pretty formidable pecking order. I imagine it's like relying on the abundance of defaulting home owners, crooked mortgage lenders and a community that won't loot the house once it's empty just to gain access to a decent house, not to mention the impending competition with other hermit crabs. Leave it to decapods to teach us a timely life lesson. And speaking of valuable life lessons, which is in no way related to the crab rant:
Happy Birthday Sir Ace Siegrist.
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ah, the great chain of downfall.
also, for the longest time I thought that "plethora" was Spanish (for "a lot," I guess) because of that silly movie.
So many metaphors, so many familial references. I am home in your writing.
Hi kids!! AJ here - you just can't get away from us relatives. It has taken me this long just to figure out how to post a comment. Mama helped me.
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