I am Crayfish, Hear Me Roar
So I got the most random email the other day at work. Necessary background information: I work at a community college that's basically in the middle of the woods. There's a lake, a little creek, a river, and tons and TONS of trees. It's actually really pretty. But with the forest comes lots of forest creatures... So two days ago I got a random email entitled "Nature Alerts", which kind of sounds like I'm back watching Kratt's Kreatures (which is totally fine with me...) But as I'm skimming the email, this section jumps out: "The chimney crayfish are out and about in Parking Lot C, so do your best to not run them over. They are 4-5 inches long and open their tiny pinchers when you approach as a defense mechanism. If you would like to pick one up to move into the woods for safety, use two fingers to lightly pick them up from the tail end." Um WHAT? Are you telling me as part of my duties here I also have to add "crayfish rescuer...