Yoa crouched low behind a driftwood log, eyes narrowed with determination. Beside him, Atia bounced with barely-contained energy, his fingers twitching in anticipation. Aiyana stood with her hands on her hips, already regretting the decision to let the boys talk her into this.
"It's called tactical herding," Atia whispered.
Yoa nodded solemnly, as if crab herding were a sacred duty. Dozens of palm-sized crustaceans clicked and scuttled along the beach, zig-zagging unpredictably.
"Why do they need herding?" Aiyana yelped, lifting her foot up, and watched the crabs may legs with a look of disgust.
"Because they're taking up too much space on this beach," Yoa narrowed his eyes on them like they were a problem.
Aiyana hopped over a few others until she stood on a stone the crabs weaved around.
