When I went to collect water plants for my aquarium at a place where a spring feeds into our river, little did I know I'd picked up an interesting hitchhiker. After putting the plants in the aquarium, I noticed something tiny crawling along the bottom. I had to get a magnifying glass to be sure, but it looked like a transparent shrimp. Over the next few days this little crustacean molted more than once and it became apparent what it was: a crayfish (otherwise known as a crawdad or "mud bug").
This little guy was fascinating to watch. He constantly
moved around, using the tiny claws on his lesser legs to pick up bits of food
and bring them to his mouth. He held his big claws immobile, unless he felt
threatened. Then he'd rear up and hold them open, daring everyone and
everything to come closer.
King of the Aquarium on his favorite rock |
In a short time he grew to "eatin' size" and
became king of the aquarium. I read that people feed lettuce to crayfish in
captivity, but this one preferred fish food. I discovered that crayfish are
escape artists after he went missing one day, and I finally found him resting
on top of a wet towel on the bathroom floor, two rooms away!
I also learned that this crayfish was a male, so I searched
at the river for a female, thinking (of course) that it was time for baby
crayfish. The female laid eggs on her swimmerets (otherwise known as "in
berry") and everything was going swimmingly until Mr. and Mrs. Crayfish
had a BIG fight. I woke up one morning to discover that Mrs. Crayfish had
pulled off Mr. Crayfish's claws during the night. He could still eat with his
little feeding claws, but he sure looked pitiful.
I hoped that when Mr. Crayfish molted again his claws might
regrow, but he didn't make it. Mrs. Crayfish died of a broken heart (or guilt?),
without hatching eggs, so I had to start over with a new crayfish from the
river.
This one was also good at squeezing through narrow spaces
and I constantly had to put him back in the aquarium. One day, however, I
couldn't find him. I searched the whole house and thought I was going to have
to find him by the smell when he died (yuck) but when I turned on the clothes
dryer, he shuffled out from under it. He
could hardly move because he'd been out of water all day, and because he was
covered with dog hair. That's why I didn't see him when I shone the flashlight
under the dryer. Oops—gotta vacuum under there, too.
I must report that this, my last crayfish, also went to that
bayou in the sky. He had a "mishap" when he molted and somehow
managed to pull off both claws and end up with his gills outside his carapace
instead of under it. He held on for two days, but I guess he couldn't
"breathe" properly.
Because of my fascinating experiences with these funny
little mud bugs, I can no longer eat crayfish. For me, at least, "crayfish
are friends, not food."
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