Yesterday we said goodbye to another member of our family. The remaining hermit crab, Lumpy, went to his (her?) final resting place under the pine tree, alongside Bumpy, who was buried earlier this year.
Poor Lumpy. Probably died of a broken heart, living a solitary life in the tank. No one to climb the wall with. No one to fight with over the crab house.
Maybe not. We noticed him looking poorly and grew concerned. When he stopped moving and seemed limp, we knew something was up. But our research led us to this conclusion: the crab was molting. Aha! Experts say that it’s crucial to leave a molting crab alone, so that’s what we did. We hydrated it, changed water, kept it warm. The process was supposed to take up to 8 weeks.
And it went on and on. Since there was no smell, we figured it was okay. (I mean, dead animals smell, come on.) But 8 weeks came and went, and eventually we decided that poor Lumpy didn’t survive the change.
So yesterday we had his funeral, poor little petrified Lumpy (I mean, stiff, fragile, like an egg shell molded to a crab form. Every molecule of water completely gone. Just a little crumbly skeleton. No one wanted to touch it, because when you did, a leg or claw fell off.). We buried him shell and all.
Mitzi wasn’t upset to say good-bye to crab number three.
Next time, she says, she wants a better pet.