I cleaned their bowl last week and rearranged their house. Nobody sent me the memo about the crabs' wanderlust. Their plant was a little high and Feisty crawled out, jumped off the counter, spent most of the day under the couch and reappeared just in time to freak me out. I spent the entire day telling Patrick to find his crab and tiptoeing all over the house.
Crunching crabs is not my idea of a good time. Neither is having crabs climb over my bare feet while I am sitting on the couch.
Lesson learned.
3 comments:
You're a brave mother. I'm thanking God right now I am not having to deal with pet crabs! =P
Sarah, that made me laugh because I was too busy being thankful that we didn't have an escaped rat or tarantula!
EEEk! You're going to need to give me mommy lessons because those things freak me out! Will I be a bad mommy if I forbid any and all pets (except my dogs, of course!)??????
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