"Com'on and fight Big boy!"
"Can't you HEAR...or are your ears full of cotton?"
"What did you say, squirt?"
"I said, get up and fight you big chicken!!!"
"Take that."
"Run you little coward!!"
And the little red guy is down for the count.
The little crawdad wasn't hurt in any way in taking these pictures. The cat was afraid to make full contact with it because of it's extremely large pinchers. They do pack a punch and can draw blood. They live in the ground in our yard and used to make 6 inch high muddy mounds of dirt all over our yard, until we had our yard tiled. The mounds, when baked by the sun, turn into stone hard mounds that would dull our lawnmower blades and sounded like I had hit a rock. Although the mounds no longer exist, the crawdads still live under ground and rarely come out unless it rains bucket-fulls, like it did yesterday.
