The hard work required to get a strand of stringy meat from the tiny crabs was just not worth it.

All he could remember was catching tiny green crabs in a bucket and peeing in the sea.

A tiny crab scuttled away at his approach.

Something that looked like a tiny crab or a big flea lay crushed on the ground.

And two tiny soft-shell crabs, the first of the season, were delectable.

As we followed the forest trail, tiny crabs scrambled at our feet and a ranger, Robert Rose, filled us in.

To one side stood two tiny steamed crabs of the sort that are eaten whole.

It is a place my 6-year-old daughter has spent hours searching for tiny crabs.

Squads of tiny purple crabs ran off in profound agitation at my approach.

One might be tiny fried Japanese crabs, about the size of a quarter, that are eaten whole.