Yes, you are looking at a box of hermit crabs. I know, folks. I lost a bet with Murphy and rather than expatriate to Canada or the Bahamas this week (which was the bet) I agreed to add to the hermit crab tribe to save his life because the ferocity with which he was arguing with me could only be explained by tween-fueled hormonal energy and he was not shutting up, and I was going to commit hari kari on Route 30 in front of Good Sam.
Of course, he went for the craziest and most aggressive loony crabs at the Petco in Paoli. Because why wouldn’t he? And of course he tried to show me how they were trying to escape while I was driving, and I almost killed me, him, the crabs and a pickup truck with a black lab in the back. I would’ve felt bad about the dog, truly.
We had them livestreaming over at I Am The Kraken on Facebook and on YouTube (at the I Am The Kraken page), and lots of people looked and then participated in the poll to help name the new crabs. Murphy said he’d go with what everyone picked as the top answers (but he’s a tween, so we did’t really know, now did we?) Now we have McFlurry, who is in the pinkish shell, and Filet o’ Fish aka Fil.
From now on, crab updates are going to be posted on my @thekrakensays FB page so, please follow if you love ’em! Deanna and I will make sure to update when there are new posts.
They didn’t seem like they were really happy to be with us, and I was a little worried that each of them was attempting suicide by drowning, so I put them in a separate tank on a 72-hour hold just to assess them before we introduce them to the reclusive Cheeseburger and the rambunctious Fries. That should be fun. Or a death match for dominance over the aquarium. One of those, maybe both.