Holy flipping sand fleas, man — you hit the jackpot! You have really found yourself a happy hunting ground if you are routinely rounding up 10,000 acrobatic amphipods during a single brief collection expedition to the beach — that’s a heckuva great haul, Scott! No wonder your ponies are so fat and sassy — they must think they have died and gone to horsey Heaven. I am officially jealous now, sir, as I am sure all of the other landlocked seahorse keepers must be.
I have said it before, Scott, and they will say it again — you’re very lucky to be living so close to the seaside, with an endless supply of gourmet goodies for your seahorses waiting ripe for the taking prey almost literally at your very doorstep. Well done — make the most of your bonanza!