Usually crawdads are hard to find. They do most of their creeping and crawling in the crevices of large rocks in the river depths and the cover of night's darkness. This misguided creature, however, was roaming the shallows in the brightness of mid-day. 

Maybe the missing pincer was throwing it off?

We were treated to "front-row seats" at the first lightning show I have seen in a long time. While driving from Monroe to Snohomish, the storm was flashing and striking in rare, clear bolts. We pulled over and watched the show in Monroe for awhile before heading home and getting there just in time for the storm to pass overhead. My wife, in her good judgement, would not let me climb up on our roof so I had to settle for a street shot.