|Big Blue, in hiding deep in the tank, in the semi-dark. He likes it there.|
So far, he's selected three girlfriends, holding onto each one for several days, then abandoning her, probably after he's mated with her. I'll be watching them for growing eggs.
Deep in the tank, the blue pincer fades to green. When he comes up front, to the light, it glows as brightly blue as the day I saw him first, on the shore.