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.
7 comments:
my kids are dying for a hermie but they always get out and they always get lost and they always die! poor hermie.
Thank goodness it wasn't a hamster. just a tiny ha ha ha
So who did you blame for the "weird" smell coming from under Evan's bed?
Good point Mommy C! Actually, I was surprised to find that it didn't smell much at all. Yes, I did sniff it. What can I say? I'm gross.
I'm sorry to hear about Hermie. You don't suck. How were you to know and what were you suppose do to??? Move his bed and do a thorough under the bed/along the wall search every time he is scared at night? How did the little guy get up those steep stairs? Maybe he figured out how to use the moving chair.
Yea, what manic mom said... I guess Poor Hermie, so are you going to preserve him?
I love crab meat.
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