They sit in the cramped corners of the water tank face each other armored claws bound with thick rubber bands These shelled warriors take on boxer’s stances wait their chance to attack each other in impromptu bouts They step over one another pick fights for dominance of their watery ring Some desperate crustaceans decide to make their escape reach out for the tank’s top but fall over backwards onto each other Those lucky ones usually win when the Seafood man in his white coat pulls them out makes the champions of someone’s dinner.