A Deal with the Blimey Deep

I travled far (14 miles THAT way) to Mechanicsville, MD, by minivan, and I made a pact with six, Old Bay-seasoned, blue crabs last night. In exchange for their soft, buttery innards, they would inflict small slices and punctures upon my hands, those of which I would not yet be aware of until I came across something citrus-y... like the lime atop the bottle of my corona.