[ This is working perhaps even better than intended. Thancred dreads the moment when he ends up with a bird dropping on him somewhere, but he's been through worse, certainly. It would be easy enough to wash off in the ocean, at least.

Natasha isn't quite satisfied with the work they've already done, though, and he smirks at her diabolical plan. ]

To stop them from actually getting into the bucket, we'd have to put some mesh or other manner of clear shielding over it. To allow them to still see the crabs, yet not be able to get to them.

[ Mesh the birds could just tear through, but a thick slab of glass might do the trick... ]

Perhaps now is when one of us peruses the markets?