I will never entirely understand the female mind.
I was off shopping at my local Bulkh-Mart the other day, and discovered an unexpected chic magnet:
Freshwater fiddler crabs.
I keep a large (55 gallon) aquarium in my meditation chamber. The water running through the filter creates a soothing source of white noise and the fish swimming about are pleasant to rest the eyes on. However, my tank has had a bit of an algae problem lately.
So while I was buying my groceries and a couple of new capes, I stopped by the pet section and ordered up a few Correlian algae eaters. (Correlians have always made the best bottom feeders.) While I was waiting for the flunkie to bag up my purchase, I notice they had fiddler crabs for just three credits apiece. This intrigued me: A fellow bug-eyed creature that wears an armored carapace and likes aquariums. So I impulse purchased one.
On the way to the checkout, I must have walked past two or three 20-something women who loudly exclaimed, “Look! His Lordship has a crab!” They seemed genuinely delighted at the sight. Fiddler crabs are about the cutest thing with eight legs I’ve seen in awhile, but that’s kind of a low bar, and I was surprised by the reaction.
I’m glad I only purchased one, though. If you take my meaning.