So I live in a peaceful quiet home at least it is by 3:30 am. Not even the exhoes of weekend street car racing down 190 can be heard. Everyone is asleep. Even the burglars are done by this hour. Or they’re very good at being quiet. But then suddenly I hear strange squeaky glass sounds and knocks that are way to close for that continued peaceful feeling… and it’s coming from behind me. What in the world is that!?! It’s Fred digging around in his terrarium. Our 4 year old hermit crab. He is so annoying. He has out grown his shell. And he’s not longer shy. He has stripped.
Fred. I have almost forgotten about him. The nudist? Can we find him the right shell? Or he let it all hang out for all to see? I I wish I could post video instead.
Life goes on. No matter what is going on with me, Fred reminds me that there are billions of underground creatures that will live on. Whyyyy do I have Fred? Because my daughter wanted a Hermit crab. Now she won’t touch it.
