My mother is from Cape Cod, MA. Periodically (when I was younger) we would go visit her parents in Provincetown. Which, of course, also meant a swim in the ocean. One of my mother’s sisters was a slightly mischievious individual who used to delight in telling us horror stories about horsehoe crabs. How they hid in the sand and stung unwary childre, how if you got stung you would bleed for months. Needless to say when we went to the ocean we tiptoed very cautiously around the beach. Everytime we saw a rock buried in the sand, evertime we saw anything slightly unusual we would start screaming for all we were worth “Horseshoe crabs! Help, they are going to get us!” We thought they were far meaner than sharks! Turns out they are related to spiders (and possibly trilobites).
Below is some horseshoe crab porn for all the Pharyngulans!
Rated M for mature.