At the Boston Children's Museum, we have a few things set up for children to try: some fishing rods, a crab trap, a felt fishing games for the little ones, and a touch tank (usually filled with crabs).
In my first week here, I have learned several things about crabs, such as how to identify a green crab vs. a spider crab, how to tell a boy vs. a girl crab, and how to properly pick up a crab (though this skill took much longer than the others). And Tuesday of this week, I finally picked one up! It's not that I was worried about being pinched. The legs freaked me out (they still do, to an extent). Struggling crabs feel so weird.
Kharliyah adding some art to our sign. |
The catalyst for me picking up the crab was a group of children that came over eager to see some crabs. No one else was by the crab tank, so I reached in, found a lone crab with no claws (I know, a little bit cheating) and picked her up.
Me desperately trying to look evil by stroking a crab. |
What I learned from picking up a crab this week was not to overthink things. Sometimes I have a tendency to over-analyze situations and see the worst-case scenario possible. I didn’t really think before I picked the crab up for the first time: I just did it. Thinking things through isn’t necessary a bad thing, but sometimes it’s better to just do.
Staying hydrated with Bella and Jahari.
Sarah M
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