Being out in the ocean you never know what you might encounter; the brush of a crab, the sight of a dolphin fins or the dive bombing pelican. The later I witnessed safely from my place on the beach, with the rest of the family enjoying the brief turbulence of the waves. Periodically I would look up from my book just to make certain everyone was where they should be. Glancing up I had to do a double take to make certain I was seeing what I thought I was seeing. Sure enough a pelican came barreling down on them. It looked close but I was told later it had only gotten within 5 feet. Boy was I glad I was still on the beach. My son recanted the exact wingspan which was 15 feet. He's also 13 so most things in his life are extended or stretched. My husband is puzzled as to where this characteristic comes from. :0)
Now my 10 year-old has not developed that style of telling stories. Usually she just tells you as it is, without embellishment. Which is why I did believe what she told me but wasn't really able to offer anything up besides, "It's the ocean. Things are going to brush up against you." I think if she could see what it was she would have felt better about it. She was, in her words, "Lightly pinched by a crab." Being out there in the ocean with her didn't make her feel any better and she carefully and methodically made her way to the beach. I felt bad but also it was a little funny. She wasn't hurt and the pinchers left no mark except on her pride. Something got the best of her and she didn't like it.
Later, due to the crab incident, my daughter felt the need for me to Google "The daily life of a crab." She wanted to make certain that crab, or any other crab for that matter, would not invade her space tomorrow. "Crabs only come out at night when the tide comes in." This satisfied her until the next morning.
We got up, ate breakfast and headed to the boardwalk leading to our spot on the beach. There is a small pond by the entrance to the boardwalk and occasionally you can see a turtle's head pop up and small fish swimming around. My son pointed out the turtles, several of them this time. As my daughter bent over to take a closer look my son added,"Hey, there's a crab in there too! A BIG blue one!" My cover story was blown but it was all okay in the end. Her enthusiasm for the surf overwhelmed her fear of the sea creatures. All is good.