I too am a bereaved crab owner and have felt the loss you feel for those worthless creepy little bastards. I allowed my crabs free roam of the house and access to the dog dish. My crab's name was "Buster" and got as big a a baseball. He got his name because he used to like to go cat breaking much like horse busting. The crab would grab hold of the sleeping feline with its claw and hang on for the ride of it's life. We never laughed so hard. Needless to say the cat rarely wanted into the house after a couple of episodes. Buster I guess was an average American guy that just loved to eat pussy, quite literally.
I had never seen an armadillo until I met Ed. I thought that he was some sort of big-ass mutant militaristic armor wearing rat. Come to find out that all armadillos look like that. Ed was not that smart, but Ed liked corned beef and I had lots of corned beef. Ed would come visit me every night at about midnight. I would give him corned beef and he would walk in circles and run into walls. This relationship carried on for a couple of months. Then Ed was eaten by a large mean nasty cat. I have moved on, but Ed stays with me in my heart. God rest the beast formerly known as Ed, Amen.
No more fucking pets. Just when I finally recovered from the loss my beloved Jenny, my damn hermit crab had to call it quits.
Harry was always lazy and good for nothing. He would just burrow in the sand and sit there in the corner of his cage. Sure... He moved sometimes. He'd occasionally bang on the glass and call me an asshole, but otherwise... nothing. So there he died, sometime between Christmas '97 and New Year's Day.
Well... he wasn't entirely worthless I guess... he made a wonderful test object for the new Zooass scanner!
