The Crab Story

Lazy me... going to copy most of it from SF's blog.

See here.. i was going to bed around 4am september19 (i think)..
and i kept picking up some clinking/ light thumping sound from outside.

The room my sis and I share is on the lowest floor of the apartment, and our brother is just opposite. So I was wondering, worst case scenario - Some Dumb Housebreaker? HOW EXCITING!

anyway, I managed to pluck up enough courage to venture out into the open to take a peek... i was ready to scream anytime.

It sounded as if someone was accidentally hitting the very small weighing scale outside. She got out of bed and went to check. Only to come straight back in..
“Oh my God, Soongfee, can you help me see what that is? I can’t see it clearly in the dark.”

So I reluctantly got out, half expecting a rat, cautiously opening the door and making sure nothing scurried past my feet as I made my way to the stairs, only to end up gaping at the THING on the fourth step. IT WAS A THING. I couldn’t really make it up, even after I switched on the lights.

Five seconds of gaping wide mouth later, I realized it was a frigging CRAB, overturned and with one leg missing.

OMG! That was so funny. CF and I peeked our heads out from the wall we were hiding behind… Somehow, we were really scared of that crab.

“So we’ve dealt with cockroaches together.. how about we deal with another.. ‘rodent’?”
(Sorry, I couldn’t think up of a better word. What? Invertebrates?)

We didn’t know what to do.

Sis went to the kitchen to investigate. Apparently, this little ‘fella here climbed out of a pot.. made a suicidal jump down the table, lost a leg in the process… and managed to make its way out of the kitchen. Only to go down the steps… Probably overturning after every fall, which explains the noise.

After being speechless and at lost of what to do… I decided to clean up the kitchen first. There was smelly crab blood on the floor, along with that fateful leg. I left that leg on the counter, to greet Encar when she wakes up. (I don’t know if she’d still want to cook it)

Got some basin from the kitchen, and the two of us attempted to scoop it up, and return it back to the pot. The poor thing actually looked so adorable and helpless. Its claws were still tied up, but it managed to go so far… to freedom. (Though it was going the wrong way. Imagine if it had crawled into my brother’s room! HAHAHA!) And tonight, it’ll be in a boiling pot of water.

When we returned it to its rightful place in the pot, I saw those glistening projected eyes just staring at me. It even raised its bound up claws… I CANT BEAR TO EAT IT TOMORROW!

It’s amazing how it actually dared to jump and survive and crawl about some more looking for an escape, how it managed to find the right door to get out of. Instead of tottering around the whole kitchen and hiding behind the washing machine or something. And to make its way down FIVE steps, having to give humongous efforts in overturning itself five different times… Only to crawl down more steps (It couldn’t climb up, because it was bound up, remember?)

To the crab which I shall Christen SuperCrab, I salute you.
Rest in Peace, My Friend. (Yes, early goodbye. It’s not dead yet, but I know it’s going to die anyway!)


I didnt think the crab was that adorable.. the crabby smell that it had didnt help either.
But SUPER CRAB, i agree...

And we had it for dinner...