We were at the beach a couple of weeks ago and I noticed something in the pool early one morning. A medium sized, very dead crab. How it got there was a mystery to me. At first I thought we had an escapee from the previous day’s chili crab dish. Then I thought maybe his or her significant other had gotten flattened by a truck tire and life wasn’t worth living anymore. But then the bantay or caretaker said she had found many crabs over the years in the pool… all meeting the same fate. How weird is that? We are roughly 30-35 meters ABOVE sea level, up at least 50-60 or more steps from the sand. Crabs would not only have to negotiate up a steep incline, but cross sidewalks, a cement paved street, a rock paved driveway and concrete pavers and gravel to even get close to the pool. And to do all of that only to look in, jump and drown?
I suppose crabs can travel great distances on land (some cross islands in Indonesia I once saw on a television show) and think any body of water must connect to the sea. We need to figure out a way to keep them from committing the crustacean equivalent of sepuko. First we had birds, then frogs, and now crabs. He or she was given a proper burial. Didn’t want to try eating double dead crab. :)