"Catching crabs is lots of fun," said Russ.
"Eating them is good, too," said his father.
They rowed back home, and found Cousin Ruth waiting for them at the bungalow.
"Oh, you did have good luck," said Cousin Tom's wife. "A whole basketful! Well, I'll soon have the water boiling and we'll cook them."
The basket full of live crabs was set in the kitchen, and the six little Bunkers and the others went out on the porch to rest and wait for the water to boil. Russ, a little later, wanted a drink, and, going into the kitchen, he turned to go to the sink. He was barefooted, and suddenly he felt a sharp pain on one toe.
"Oh, I'm bit! I'm bit!" he cried. "Something pinched me!"
And then, as he looked at the kitchen floor, he cried:
"Oh, come quick! Come quick! They're loose! They're all loose!"