This is a Red Crab native to Christmas Island.
The crab is a crab. It's stubborn, combative at times, and a bit obnoxious to look at- not a particularly great creature to hang out with. It does has a job- to ensure customers receive the services they have paid for, and are therefore
entitled to (dirty as that word is). These crabs act as quality control officers for the consumer.
Here's a few Yellow Crazy Ants killing a baby Red Crab. Ants are known for being small, but having a powerful hivemind and teamwork mentality. The ant is sympathetic to other ants, and performs service jobs. These ants were introduced to Christmas Island by explorers, and quickly took over slaughtering all of the Red Crabs- leaving droves of bodies strewn across the land.
Christmas Island, for a while, lost its native Red Crabs. For a while, hotels stopped room service. All of the service workers became lazy and retarded at unforeseen levels- not even one order was made correctly some days. When the work was performed sloppily, or the staff had a sad story instead of a solution, you couldn't really say anything. Because that would make you a Red Crab. A Crabben.
Our final character we've yet to see in our human system is this fella. It's called Tachardiaephagus somervillei and was introduced by scientists and rangers to quell the Yellow Ants' war on Red Crabs. This is a micro-wasp that doesn't sting, build nests, or harm humans. It only harms the ants via impregnating them with parasitic larva. This has allowed the humble Red Crab to survive extinction.
Our own, home-grown Karens have suffered
genocide. Now we are experiencing the effects of unregulated service workers. Now you'd better say "
thank-you" when you get fed a spoonful of shit. Your room will NOT be cleaned. You can ask, but the Ant can sigh and not enter the request. If you ask again, the ant is free to roll their eyes as they do it.
We need whatever the analog for those wasps are to show up on the scene. We need to quell the aftershock of the Karencaust.