I was so excited a couple of weeks ago when our snow was finally sticky enough to build snowmen. We have lived here for 2 and a half years and this is the very first time our snow has been sticky. I'm not sure if it is because we don't get a ton of sun in the backyard, but I was so excited the day I discovered it. We couldn't build just one.
It's a little bit old but when I was going through my pictures I remembered our good ol friends, the Hermit Crabs. We were camping last summer and on a rainy day went to West Edmonton Mall where we found these pets. The guy at the kiosk was telling us how these little crabs are so people friendly and easy to take care of. He said they were very social. They were supposed to recognize their owner as soon as they were held and come out of their shell. At first I thought it was so sweet. Their shells are painted in bright fun colors, they love their owners, and are easy to take care of. What more could I ask for in a pet for my kids? So we bought Asher, Lexi and Hunter each one. Well, they were in love with their little crabs.
Fast forward 2 weeks and Hunter's crab keeps biting him, Lexi's would rarely come out of it's shell so she felt like it didn't love her, and Asher's got lost in the house. That's right. In the house. A crab just walking around. I just assumed after 2 days of not finding it that it would be dead. About a week later my sister was over and all of a sudden looked over at the wall in my living room and started freaking out at what was crawling on the floor. Asher's crab. Lovely. Still alive, and has been free in my living room for a week. Gross. So I'm sad to say, that none of the crabs lasted much longer. Erik sent them all to Heaven. I just couldn't take it any more. At least I gave the pet thing a good shot, right?