Landsmen and inlanders, and those who loiter under the shady lee of yonder warehouses, may be unaware of the infamous history of my name. Indeed, I am named after a whaler of lore, the first aboard the Pequod to kill leviathan. And though I would hope not to possess some of his cruder characteristics, I do claim his quick and carefree wit.
A perusal of the literature fails to tell the whole story, however. Not a few months ago, I was caught unawares by a foe, and in the ensuing battle, lost my right claw altogether. This, to my embarrassment, rendered the name "Stubb" a more apt and comical designation.
The full account of the duel will follow in a later entry, as will the ultimate fate of my nemesis. For now, I intend only to educate my readers on the regenerative powers of crustaceans. You see, my "stub" is growing back quite rapidly.
The two images below show the size of my right claw at my last molt, followed by the size of my right claw at present. I sometimes pity those species who lack this ability.
A perusal of the literature fails to tell the whole story, however. Not a few months ago, I was caught unawares by a foe, and in the ensuing battle, lost my right claw altogether. This, to my embarrassment, rendered the name "Stubb" a more apt and comical designation.
The full account of the duel will follow in a later entry, as will the ultimate fate of my nemesis. For now, I intend only to educate my readers on the regenerative powers of crustaceans. You see, my "stub" is growing back quite rapidly.
The two images below show the size of my right claw at my last molt, followed by the size of my right claw at present. I sometimes pity those species who lack this ability.
My old shell, with its little, stubby claw.
Me, now, with a larger, bolder claw, and my favorite GMRI mug.
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