Declawing Crabs with my Dad

What was the lesson we were meant to learn on that sweltering July day?
Father and daughters tracing brackish steps,
giddy with crustaceous ambitions.
I believe we had nets didn't we,
Or coolers to drop them in?
Perhaps the sun became too much for you,
or we did.
Perhaps the wait became too long for you,
or us.
Perhaps the persistent, powerful pinches
got the best of you.
Perhaps we were supposed to be home
before long,
but as we ultimately peered down upon the arduous catch of day:
a dozen or so
crab discs,
I had to wonder if there wasn't some
bigger, hidden
meaning.