sometimes when you collect shells on the beach you don’t realize that someone else got there first. and that they are still there. i found herman far away from the beach on a pile of discarded shells. someone must have picked up his nice shiny home and then realized that it was occupied ad so discarded it. poor herman. he was scuttling around in circles on the dock trying to find his way back to a beach. so i carried him over. we had a nice chat. i’m sure he understood me. and hey, we’re the only people on the island right now so no one can make fun of me for talking to a crab. we said goodbye at the waters’ edge. i’m pretty sure he was reaching out for a goodbye hug.