But occasionally, one gets the urge to explore. I watched one rushing around and around on a hermit's shell.
|Front end lifted, antennae flapping; no time to waste!|
|Taking a good look around. Wondering whether to move to the next shell. Nah.|
|Pair of observers on the wall: "Where's the fire? These youngsters nowadays!"|
|Blurry photo, but shows the foot-waving, shell-lifting urgency of Limpy's quest.|
He stayed with the hermit for several hours, working his way from the tip of the shell to the lip, checking out the surroundings as the hermit wandered about, dashing (slow-mo dash) back to the tip, then the far side, then back to look over at the hermit's head ...
In the morning, he had moved on. The hermit's shell was clean and bare.