Then There Was One

We've had a lot of crab deaths lately. In keeping with that Ansley just went upstairs to find Pearl, the first crab she ever got, out of her shell and newly dead. The undertaker, having become tired of his job, ignored the cries to find a match box to put the deceased in. A plastic bag was chosen and a sweet note was written. Burial tomorrow.

RIP little Pearl.

R.I.P- part deux

This morning when I checked on Zack's remaining crab, something didn't look quite right. Not only had he abandoned his shell, he was just hanging onto the side of the water dish. Upon further inspection, it was determined that Hermit II had gone towards the light. Once again, the undertaker was apprised of the situation, the undertaker had the unfortunate task of telling Zack (this is after Ansley caught sight of the hanging crab and yelled "oh my god, look at the crab!") mom was blamed for making us go on a trip last weekend, and a coffin was fashioned out of an old matchbox. I suppose some sort of crab plague hit. Rest in peace little buddy.

*edit* Gary just found it ironic that the coffin was made out of a "Bones" box.

R.I.P. Spot

Nothing like coming back from the happiest place on earth, to the saddest. From past posts, I've told ya'll that something hasn't been right in Zack's crab's house. First we had the crab who wouldn't stay dressed and then about a month ago Spot burrowed underground and hadn't resurfaced since. I figured he was trying to molt but I kept checking on him and he never did. Before we left I checked to make sure he was still alive -and he was- but when we got back last night I went to check and the ODOR told me otherwise. I called the undertaker (Gary), informed the owner, and we all had a moment of silence - except Gary who had the disgusting task of disposing of the deceased - begrudgingly I might add. Spot was a good crab and he'll be missed -for a day or so. More about the trip later when I get out from under the mound of laundry.