I am not a scientist, unless they do a lot with scissors, then I have missed my calling. But this is the background to the continuation of the story I started sometime earlier about the boxes and it fits into this animal's mating habits. When I was a child, my parents came home with lots of abalone, and after beating them with a mallet that's only other use must be for beating dead horses, and since these poor crustaceans are almost extinct, I feel responsible. So don't eat abalone. The poor things, the male abalone sits on a reef and spews out his stuff in hopes that a female of mating age and fertility may be somewhere in the vicinity. Tough luck if she's just out of spewing reach. And I really think writing in those little boxes on Facebook or sending a tweet is something similar: you spew it out over the reef and you hope a female might be waiting. If you go to Facebook now, you'll see that the story is taking shape in my little boxes there. It's wildly fun to think of one sentence a day, maybe by the time I'm 60 it will be a book! But what I'm also sure was wildly fun was my brother taking this picture of an abalone off of Catalina Island. Can you see it? They also marvelously blend into their surroundings so you almost don't notice them, except for the feelers wiggling around.
Thanks for this picture, brother! Don't eat it!
Mrs Crocodile
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