Snails and Valpolicella.

About anywhere there were shells.

We came to the Caribbean for him to study seashells.

You know I don't eat clams.

So, the bacteria grows hair on the crab.

Ah yes, oyster. I usually don't eat this.

Friends of mine went there after seashells.

Then I'll have the oyster noodles. I want the Bul Nak porridge.

I also got some Matoya oysters. Want some?

My neighbor served the most delicious crab dip at her party last night.

We were freaks

Turning rocks over revealed this crab spider grappling with a beetle.

He was an old crab, HE was.'

The , Macrocheira kaempferi , is a species of marine crab that lives in the waters around Japan.

It was a byproduct of commercial gillnetting, with no commercial appeal and was used only for crab bait.

Now Steve, putting aside the steak for a moment, we have here before us oysters, caviar, smoked salmon, fried, grilled or boiled sole ...

And we also found this spectacular yeti crab that lives near boiling hot hydrothermal vents at Easter Island.

Salmon from the Loire, sole from the Channel lobsters from Corsica oysters from Dieppe, sardines from Lorient.

He may be no larger than a pin head, but this crab larva is an arrow worm's worst nightmare.

These long filaments that you see on the back of the crab are actually created by the product of that bacteria.

And you can see that in this ghost crab, from the beaches of Panama and North Carolina.

It can move from a fertilized egg to a spat, which is when they're floating through the water, and when they're ready to attach onto another oyster, to an adult male oyster or female oyster, in a number of weeks.

And I'll never forget, up in the Bering Sea, I was on a crab boat with the Deadliest Catch guys which I also work on in the first season.

It can move from a fertilized egg to a spat, which is when they're floating through the water, and when they're ready to attach onto another oyster, to an adult male oyster or female oyster, in a number of weeks.

Now, I said all these animals are sort of working like pogo sticks they're bouncing along as they move. And you can see that in this ghost crab, from the beaches of Panama and North Carolina.

We were freaks lobster claw boys and bearded ladies, oddities juggling depression and loneliness, playing solitaire, spin the bottle, trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal, but at night, while the others slept, we kept walking the tightrope.