The hills are alive with the sound of scuttling that is the wonderful horror of hermit crabs migrating. You may ask yourself where all those crabs are going and why. Not unlike our beaches in the 70s, if you think about it. As one commenter put it, "It's like a magical cross between a classic car show and the walking dead. Strangely beautiful." [bOING bOING]
And can you identify the arse or bishop in these obscured photos, or are you going to hell?
"If I am walking with two other men, each of them will serve as my teacher. I will pick out the good points of the one and imitate them, and the bad points of the other and correct them in myself." - Confucius
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