Buried treasure

Buried treasure
For a pet owner, every morning can be a surprise: the “present” your not-quite-housetrained puppy left by your bedroom door; the mouse you didn’t know was living beneath your floorboards now lovingly carried in your kitten’s mouth. But such surprises are rare when you own hermit crabs. The confines of a crabitat leave little room ...

Sanders is done molting

Sanders is done molting
Our hermit crab Sanders has finally emerged from his long slumber. He’s a new crab, literally, having molted and formed a new exoskeleton. It’s a cool process in a theory, and a very boring theory in practice: we had literally weeks of a pile of sand instead of a pet. Anyway, it’s late, and I’m ...

to be continued…

to be continued...
This is Sanders, one of our hermit crabs. You might not recognize him because he’s buried under this mound of sand. That’s because Sanders is molting. This is both cool and boring. He’s been sitting in the sand for three weeks now, and we just have to wait for him to come out. We’ll see.

Coco Chanel, RIP

Today my wife and I witnessed an act of barbarism: Coco Chanel, one of our two slightly older hermit crabs (by two weeks) was murdered by our newest crab, Mrs. Claws. In what is called a Shell War, Mrs. Claws wanted Coco’s shell and so started bullying Coco. We didn’t see all of what happened, ...