Trouble down to an art

She leaned further and further over the water, until her nose touched the surface and creating little outward ripples. She went cross eyed trying to follow the course of both sides, and nearly forgot the things beneath the water that had caught her attention. With a twitch of movement coming from beneath she refocused her eyes. What was it? It was coming closer, scrambling against the bottom of the pool, walking in funny sideways steps. It had little clippy things on the front of what looked like a shell. Her nose dipped beneath the water in her quest to get a clearer view of the creature. The claws snapped out, and clipped easily onto the bridge of her nose. She squealed, throwing herself backwards and away from the water. The creature didn't let go, its vice-like grip was squishing hard onto her nostril and she found it hard to breath.

She scrambled backwards, her quick steps unbalanced and chaotic as she ran in a zig zagged line... right into the newcomer. She tripped over the woman's feet and landed on her back. As she lay there in the grass, looking up into matching, crystal blue eyes, the crazy creature finally released her and plopped back onto the ground. It started scrambling away and Ray scrambled trying to find her feet, but unable to get her balance. “Catch it, catch it!” she pleaded, even her experiences weren't enough to teach her a lesson (a fact that caused her father no end of stress).