Well…It happened a bit sooner than I expected. On Friday, we lost one of our beloved hermit crabs. Patty’s crab, Orange Star, is now in crabby heaven, crawling among its distant (and not so distant) relatives, and looking down on us from above. Or, in this case, looking up at us from the bottom of the trash can. Yup. No real funeral services for Orange Star. No burial. No Viking funeral as sea. Nada. When we found her (or him) dead on Friday, it was just a plop in the trash and we were done with it. We did not tell Patty about it. We wanted to see how long it took her to realize her crab was not in its shell. She discovered it this morning (Sunday). She was upset at first, but I explained to her that hermit crabs do not live very long (I later found out they actually can live more than 40 years!) and get sick easily. It also helped that Amanda said she would share her crab with her. Yeah. Amanda's crab is still among the land of the living...for now, at least. Guess I'd better start reading up on caring for these things. Apparently eating and drinking are pretty important for their survival...
4 comments:
Ah, sad news. Yet, one more reason to not cave and let K get a hermit crab. There is a kiosk at the Mall of America and EVERY TIME she walks by she begs us to get one. Ya, no. Nice that Amanda is sharing her friend.
That's so sweet that Amanda offered to share, though. Little sisters are good like that :)
You got them a pet that can live more than 40 years. That's a pretty heavy commitment. That other crab could be around to see your grandchildren.
Who am I kidding! I saw what happened to your bird...
Nice, starving your childs hermit crabs! ;)
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