With the tide at its maximum on Boundary Bay, I poked around in rolls of tangled eelgrass and under stones, and found nothing alive but a pair of barnacles broken off their rock. But the eelgrass had brought in many recently molted crab remains, their legs tied up in dripping green ribbons.
|The waves and tide rip up tall eelgrass and create astonishingly complex knots with it.|
"... the longer a string got, the greater the odds of knot formation became." From a study of the physics of knotted string, reported on Wired.
This little molt had been tossed up above the waves and was still intact.
|Young molted crab, with sea lettuce. You can see, at the base of his carapace, where it separated to allow him to back out of his hard "skin".|
|I liked the rock he was on, too.|
What makes that yucky-looking yellow foam? I'll explain tomorrow.