I've bought ten crabs in the past week. Ten! I must be insane! Including the biggest crab I've ever seen, Leviathan: When he's stretched out trying to climb, his legspan is over 8 inches. Massive crab! He's got such pretty colors, too, with the lavender knee joints. I just hope this bad boy doesn't pinch me. I'm rather afraid of him, actually, and I have no idea what possessed me to buy such a massive crab, except that the thought of such a magnificent beast dying in a ck in the care of someone who didn't know what to do with him sort of pushed me to it. What on earth is it about these critters that makes them so addicting, anyway? Any ideas?