Its not (quite) what you think. At neap tide (look it up) in late spring, the smaller male heads for the shore, awaiting the larger female. They meet, they embrace. He hangs on. She drags him where she will, digging a hole every few feet, and depositing a ton of tiny eggs. He fertilizes the eggs as he is pulled over the nest. And off they go, over and over. You may ask why there are rocks on her shell. Scientists believe this is the equivalent of waking up in the morning and realizing you left your socks on. At 00:32 you can see her blush.
Posted on: Sat, 17 May 2014 21:00:00 +0000
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