So first blogging experience...I think I could've done a little bit better...I need to come up with some ideas. But as I sit here watching "A Different World" re-runs, fun, a seriously random memory popped into my head. Maybe that's what I'll do. Write about my crazy, random, ridiculous memories. We'll see...but this is for your entertainment pleasure...at my expense lol. Everyone be nice!
Now for those of you who knew me as a child, or heard me complaining about it in my adult years, you know how my parents felt about pets. Mom claimed we couldn't afford one, deep down inside I think they just wanted to torture my poor little soul. My want for a pet was soooo strong, that I would grasp at every straw I could. I'd catch nasty little grass snakes, bugs, turtles...put them in a tank...bring em home...pretend like this was finally my first pet...and I'd get shut down every time by the 'rents and they would make me free the deprived little creature.
Well...to my surprise...I was allowed to get a HERMIT CRAB from the board walk. Looking back, I'm appalled that I would have loved this nasty, disgusting crustacean the way I did. I absolutely despise sea creatures of every kind. Especially those resembling crabs, lobsters, etc. They totally skeev me out. But back to the memory..So I finally pick out the see-through little dirty crab creature to take home as my pride and joy. Ugh. But none the less, I apparently didn't have this phobia back then, and I was more than excited to share my home with this little sea urchin thing. Now....for those of you who didn't grow up on the Jersey Shore or aren't familiar with the way hermit crabs work...I'll give you a quick run down.
They grow..and when they do, that cute little pink polka dotted shell that you picked out..well one day the little shrimp is gonna need a bigger pink polka dotted shell. And it has to be in the tank waiting for the day this is going to happen. My neighbor and best friend Barb, her hermit crab has long gone ditched it's baby shell and just crawled into the new shell. No big deal. No confusion. No stress. So everyday I come home from the bus stop, I run to the tank to see if Shelly has crawled into her new shell. Now...I use the word crawled loosely. Have you ever seen a hermit crab NOT in its shell? It looks like a shriveled up shrimp salad topping or something, disgusting. But anywho..She has yet to get rid of the old shell. Day after day.
Well on this day..I come home from the bus stop..anticipating my little Shelly to be in her bigger shell. And second of all, I don't know what I was thinking they have really gross eye balls too..ok sorry..moving on..
As I was saying, on this day..I come home, and to my dismay..this BITCH has not only got rid of her old shell..she's dragging her weird little body all over the tank and NOT crawling into the bigger shell. I'm shocked and scared and freaking out at this point. WHAT do I do? I try picking her up and PUTTING her INTO the new shell myself. Completely traumatized at this point. She won't crawl into that shell to save her life. Literally to save her life...if hermit crabs aren't in a shell apparently they die? Yea, well..For the good 10 minutes she was dragging around that tank her name was just "Y". Can't call the creature Shelly with no shell! Shelly minus the Shell equals just "Y".
So I'm crying..trying to figure out how long I have before Y dies..and for my first pet, I basically have to sit and watch her die in front of my eyes. I was completely destroyed. What a mess. No wonder I have issues, lol.
R.I.P
Y
You were the best hermit crab a girl could have.
Even though I'm not a fan of your kind at this point in my life.
I still loved you.
R.I.P Y, R.I.P.
I'm literally getting the heebie jeebies looking at pics of hermit crabs. But you get the idea. Pretty much what a domestic board walk crab looks like.. ew..
Pretty much what I came home to that fateful day. Tell me that isn't foul. Look at the little butt thing. AH! Nightmares.
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