Me: WTAF is that hermit crab doing?
10.25 (skipping into room): What do you mean?
Me: It buried itself, and it’s scratching and whistling or chirping. It’s creepy.
10.25 (0 – hysteria in 3 seconds): OH NO! Fries is molting. He’s molting. What do I do? I’m not ready for a molt. Mom. Mom. Mom. Call someone!!!!! Mom. Doooo something. I have to find my shovel! (runs to closet)
Me, to Deanna : I’m flushing these damned things.