Our neighbour in Cleveland, Qld married a Philippine lady, Luma, when he was 60. Had a little boy too, Alex. Wonder how they all are now, after all this time.
One day Luma expressed an interest in catching mudcrabs. The mangroves were only 50m or so from our houses, just a matter of maintaining a trap down there and keeping the bait topped up (was going to say "fresh" but that would be the wrong word).
So at low tide one afternoon I took her down to our trap. Sure enough, there was a crab in there, but undersized and female too. Can't take undersized crabs, and no females at all, so I was about to tip up the trap and let the little breeder go.
Luma interjected "No, I keep!"
I was about to explain about the regs on crabbing, but she was too fast for me. Before I could even explain about the dangers of mudcrab claws, she had stuck her own claw
in the open trap, reaching for the little snipper. My horrified "NOOOOOooooooo.........." must have echoed through the mangrove thickets....
The little mudcrab lady wasn't keen on becoming dinner for the hungry Phillipine lady, so she latched a nipper onto the tender
bit of meat between Luma's thumb and fingers. Luma removed her hand from the trap. She hopped about in the mud and made a lot of loud frantic shrieking noises and shook her hand about, while I was also hopping about trying to grab it and free the ladies from their predicament.
The little muddie solved
the problem by casting her claw
, and used the orbital energy imparted by Luma's swinging arm to soar to safety
. She'd regrow her claw later anyway.
Luma eventually calmed down and nursed her bleeding hand as we departed for dry land, but she seemed to have lost
her sudden enthusiasm for crabbing, ever again. She wasn't badly hurt, though things could have been much worse. Ah well.....we still supplied her with safely deceased muddies, and got a lot of yummy Phillipine cooking
Blast, now I'm hungry, and no muddies in Bavaria