The following story is true. No names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Morgan has been talking about hermit crabs off and on since encountering them on the beach in Cozumel, so Susan decided to buy her one. After dropping Mason off over at a friend’s house to play, Susan, Morgan and I stopped by Alligator Alley off of NW10th and bought one. Well, two (they were on sale).
The hermit crabs we saw in Cozumel lived on the beach and ate algae and dead things. Imagine my surprise when I discovered domestic hermit crabs eat specially designed cookies, live in designer dirt, and need at least two different water sources. $30 later, we left with our $5 crabs: Lolly and Pop.
The crabs have been home for a couple of hours now and are happily living in their converted aquarium, which currently sits on the kitchen table. Both Morgan and Mommy have held the crabs and let them crawl all over their hands and arms. I have not, because they (both the girls and the crabs) are “icky”. Morgan has tried to pick up the crabs a couple of times on her own and we’ve had to stop her.
When Susan and I awoke we found the aquarium sitting in the floor on its side. Dirt was scattered. Morgan was awake. The hermit crabs were gone.
Susan and I ruled ourselves out as suspects; Mason was quickly eliminated as well. That left two primary suspects: Morgan, and Don Piano, the cat. Got basically the same information out of both of them.
Spent hours following wild goose chases. During different interrogations, Morgan has told use she (A) put the crabs in the bathroom drawers, (B) let them loose outside, (C) didn’t do it. I’m sure with a little more coaxing I could have got her to admit (D) sending them to the moon or (E) sticking them up her butt. This was hopeless.
Susan found Lolly hiding underneath the couch.
The whereabouts of Pop and the identity of the perpetrator are still unknown.
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