Oh yes, they call him the streak!

"Here he comes, boogie-dy, boogie-dy
There he goes, boogie-dy, boogie-dy
And he ain't wearin' no clothes."

As you may have guessed from the Ray Stevens song in my head tonight, we had a streaker. This time it was Porky, one of our newer PPs. We've noticed that lately Presto (another PP) has been agressive toward the other crabs, especially - but not exclusively - the newbies.

We noticed him harrassing Porky earlier and moved him over by an empty tapestry turbo, figuring maybe he was cranky because something in his shell was bothering his bottom. When he changed into it, we figured all was well. A few minutes later, I asked Mike to check and see whether a tapestry turbo Presto was manhandling had a crab in it - neither of us put the shell there, and it hadn't been there minutes before. But we didn't put two and two together yet then.

It wasn't until later that Mike called me in from the other room because we had a naked crabby. :(

Luckily, he shelled up right away when we put some freshly rinsed shells around him.