At Little e's pre school they have hermit crabs, and the deal is that a different kid takes them home each weekend. It was our turn on the weekend, a stressful and heart breaking time for us all. Gotta say up front, who knew hermit crabs were such prima donnas?
So E picked them up Friday, and sat them out in the sun for the arvo as directed, and they didn't do much. Friday night I had a hold of them, trying to get them to come out and say hi. They were shy, uncommunicative and boring, unwilling to do ANYTHING.
Saturday morning, I tried again, still no love. They hadn't eaten any of their apple or weird dried smelly fish things. Saturday night, I had another good hold. I gave them a prod. Nothing. Had a bit of a sniff. A bit on the turn.
Our suspicions were right. The fellas were dead. I don't know when, how or why, but they were pretty dead. I suspect they were D.O.A. though I'm sure the pre school wouldn't have a bar of that. "Here, mind our dead pets for the weekend". Yeah, thanks pre school.
So on Sunday arvo E had to race out and buy a couple of replacements, and they were a little more adventurous then the dead ones, though one just dug a hole in the gravel and went underground straight away. The pet shop people said they had to be kept really warm or they might die in the night.
So last night we cranked the heater and the lamps and tripled our electricity bill just to keep those needy little suckers breathing till we could give them back this morning. You know what I don't get? They come from the sea. The big, cold wet ocean. Do they have incubators and lamps and slices of apple in the sea?
My view is, if you can't stay alive in a warmish living room overnight, with all your sliced apple needs met, well, maybe Mr Darwin needs to step in. You're cute and all, but a bit too hard, to be honest.