November 15th, 2014

When my family used to go to a beach-house in Duck, North Carolina, there would always be ghost crabs scuttling around at night. We would catch them and put them in buckets. Sometimes there would be almost twenty of them in one pail. Then we'd let them go at around 10 P.M. Those were the days.

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