Wordless Wednesday: Hermies

I had spent several years raising hermit crabs before the husband forgot to water them while I was out of town for a couple of weeks. After a very sad crab-less year, I recently decided to repopulate our tank with four new hermit crabs. (Megan made me do it. Thank you, Megan.) The husband is appropriately apologetic and has promised me that these crabs will not suffer the same fate. I'm considering forgiving him. Tomorrow. Maybe.


Oh, those adorable little eyes! I once had a certain friend-who-shall-remain-nameless (*coughcough*) warn me that if I continued with my hermit crab obsession, I'd end up being the crazy old cat lady, only with hermit crabs instead of cats. (She might not remember saying it, but I can assure you she did. I would still have proof if not for the great crash of 2008 that destroyed the evidence.)


I choose to take her words as a compliment. Bring on the hermit crabs. Besides, now I can totally use the "my homeschooled kids are doing a life-based project on hermit crabs" excuse. Oh, the sacrifices us mothers must make. But I do it for them. Because I love them.