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Dead Hermit Crab

The Eulogy: You were a good hermit crab. I knew you for a week, but wish I had known you longer. I kind of wish I would've given you a name other than "the one in the purple shell".


Believe it or not, I stayed up late last night writing. I posted a little blog entry about how to care for your hermit crab and decided to go to bed. I checked on the crabs before bed, and one of them was dead.

I was excited when I read the article because I realized I had been doing almost everything right. I kept them in an aquarium with the right kind of sand. I was very proud of my accomplishment, then... dead.

It is appropriate to flush a crab. With fish it's kind of obvious, but I'm unsure about crabs that live on land. (No, I didn't flush the shell. I'm not a complete idiot.)

I'm down to one crab. I think I'm going to get more, but I'll probably have to order them online because they can't afford another trip to Atlantic City for a four dollar crab.


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