The Friday we were all at the beach Kevin, Steve and Michael set about fishing for crabs for dinner. They set up traps at both our houses and canoed back and forth checking on them until they grew weary of that and began actually fishing for them with poles and nets. They caught about 20 or so, which was pretty impressive. Kate helped. Kate knows, though, that you need to lull the crabs into a false sense of security by convincing them you are nothing more than a harmless bunny. The place was littered with bunnies, so the crabs surely think nothing of seeing one on the dock.