Everyone, I would like you to meet Hermie. He is/was Evan's hermit crab. Back in February, Hermie escaped from his cage downstairs. We looked everywhere, but to no avail. Yesterday morning Evan found him in a corner behind his bed upstairs. He's dead, obviously.
The worst part? Back in Feb/Mar, Evan told us that he thought he heard something in his wall next to his bed. (his bed is smack up against a wall) Given his propensity towards being afraid of stuff at night, we told him that of course there was nothing there, and that he should go to sleep.
All I can say is we suck. Poor Hermie. Evan wants to keep his shell, but it still has Hermie in it. I have informed Sean that it will be his job to make that dream come true for Evan. The thought makes me shudder.