I think you died
But just can't tell.
You look the same to me.
Languishing in
Your little shell
But now you are smelly.
Your legs are gone.
Your claws are too,
But still you lasted a week,
I'm sorry that
Ya'll are dead.
Though I likely will not weep.
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You are not only a talented artist, but a truly talented poet! That was funnier than shit... and by the way - my 6 year old came home from a b-day party this weekend with a GOLDFISH in a bowl with a ziplock bag of fish food. I.Want.To.Scream. The petstore conned me into a tank, filter, food, rocks, plant and water drops. I'm betting now the thing will be dead in 2 weeks.
gah!
I am laughing at one of God's teeny creature's pain - surely there is a special spot in Hell reserved just for me.
I wish it was that easy to get rid of my crabs.
Perhaps I've said too much.
We've been wondering about your crabs. I just told Jamie the news, we're both so sorry (but glad your life as a crab-taker is through). No more hermit crabs, m'kay?
LMAO....ohmy.
Better check. A dead hermit crab begins to STINK like NOTHIN else on earth...well maybe salmon....
LMAO!! Poor hermit crabs.. I almost feel bad laughing at their demise.. Ok I do feel bad but I'll laugh anyway :)
I gave you an award cuz I love your blog!
http://homeofchaos.blogspot.com/2009/03/sisterhood-of-snark.html
Ok, even though I already read this ode to the crab, I'm re-reading for another laugh. Still just as funny as the first time!
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