Adam did not run over a crab

My life is a self-sustaining cycle of silly occurrences and inside jokes.

But back to our crustacean pedestrian friends. I encountered one about the size of both my fists in the parking lot that made fun sounds as it scuttled along. There was another in the pool that some local children and I had fun holding in our hands.

And then I saw a little hermit crab struggling across some stairs with a gigantic shell it appeared to have not yet grown into - nature's little summary of struggle, a symbol of the effort and ambition against the odds. I hope the little crab with the too-big shell makes it. It's a good sign for the rest of us.