So this morning Preston comes into my room with a worried look on his face and says "mama, I can't find my hermit crab anywhere in his house. Where is he"? So I asked him if there was a way for him to escape and he says he left one of the doors open yesterday. Part of me is thinking "good, maybe this will be the way we get rid of that thing" (apparently they live forever and require little attention) and the other part of me is thinking "I have to find this creature so my boys aren't traumatized." Anyway, we tear the room apart, move beds and dressers and go through everything I can think of. Finally I find him hidden in a giant pile of matchbox cars. So I put him back in his cage and all is well for the hermit crab. I was kind of freaked out about a missing creature in the house!
Tuesday, July 1, 2008
Mama, where's the hermit crab?
at 2:21 PM
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6 comments:
ha ha that is funny!!! I know the kids would have been so sad and then in a few days you might have smelled him so good thing you found him. When we were little we lost our hampster yeah mom freaked
I am so glad Frankie Frank Frank is back home, safe and sound!!!
I didn't know hermit crabs could escape! Good thing you found him!
Hey! if you go under my April post there is a few pictures of the babys room.
that is funny! it's a good thing baby toby is so fat and lazy that he didn't try to eat it...
Thank goodness you found him safe and sound!!
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