"A Crawdad AND a Crab"
My house sits on a third of an acre, bounded by a ditch on two sides. The bank is pockmarked with holes, leaving me certain that the ditch is swarming with crayfish. Yet in five years, I have only seen two of them. Both were dead, neither were whole, and the second encounter was just two days ago.
My older two sons (9 years old and 6) have discovered the joy of dam building -- a job made easier by the pile of concrete pieces by the corner of the property. I should probably be bothered by this, but it's the sort of thing boys ought to do and that part of the ditch isn't the bottleneck during heavy rain.
During yesterday's damming session, they ran through the house with an announcement:
"We found something that looked like a crawdad and a crab! It was GREEN and it had a claw!"
Apparently (due to the partial nature of the two carcasses they'd seen) they never realized that crayfish have claws. They seem to have gotten the idea that they were some sort of big bug, rather than a tiny lobster.