Last week, something happened to a friend that had me thinking afresh about the crab bucket that most of us find ourselves in.
What is a crab bucket you ask?
Well, quite literally a bucket of live crabs. Over here, where eating fresh seafood is a way of life, I’d grown up going to a seafood restaurant, and pressing my face against the aquariums or peering down at the box of live mud crabs, picking out my next meal. You can’t eat dead mud crabs, because you’d get food poisoning (at least that’s what I’ve been taught. Flower crabs (as pictured above) are ok dead but taste better when kept alive). So, good seafood restaurants display fresh, live produce or risk not having any customers. Funnily enough, I don’t recall being traumatized at seeing the fish/crab/prawns swimming in the aquarium one minute and served on my plate the next. Must be the Chinese in me you know – we eat anything LOL!
Anyway, I digress. What I was going to tell you about, was this bucket or box of fresh, live crabs. Quite often, there isn’t even a cover over the box or bucket. There is no need, because it is a very rare occasion indeed, when a crab will escape. The other crabs will make sure of that!
Logically, if the crabs were to co-operate, and stand on each others’ shells or ‘shoulders’ (for want of a better word), they could quite easily climb out of the bucket and to freedom. But it rarely happens. What you will see instead, are the crabs, piled at the bottom and grabbing at each other’s legs, ensuring that everyone festers along at the bottom till doomsday arrives.
That, my friends, is the crab bucket that many of us may find ourselves living in, at one point or another.