If you are standing under a tree, after a thunderstorm, and you shake said tree…
Well, our frisky little Earl, whom we bought for Peach on our vacation, bit the dust yesterday.
He was an active little sucker till the end. He was our own Houdini and he will be missed (cough, wink).
I knew something was amiss when I let him and Bob out of their cage for their afternoon exercise. I found Earl’s leg…not attached to his body.
He was still moving around, so I just assumed that was normal (stupid thing to do).
While the kids were at Martha’s house, I grabbed the cage to feed/water Earl and Bob. Well, I picked Earl up and his other leg fell off.
Once again, I thought this was normal (never had crabs before).
I turned the shell over and out came Earl….dead, smelly Earl.
In my sadness (insanity), I insisted that Big Daddy and I go to the ‘big’ town and get Peach another crab.
We did, his name is Ed and he is still alive.
I’m redoing their terrarium and had them sitting on the kitchen table and before I knew it, Bob fell off the table. Those little suckers can book it.
All in all, they are both alive, for the time being.