R.I.P Ethal the Hermit Crab

Ummm, I wish we would have been warned that when one hermit crab dies the other that lives on will decide to turn the dead one into a snack.

Yuck, yuck, yucky!!!

Such was what we found upon arriving home for church this evening. Actually Charity discovered it first. "Look! Ed is sitting on top of Ethal!"

"Oh wow! How neat!" I said, before leaning in for a closer look.

That's when I yelled out, "She is dead!" Probably had I not had such a reaction Charity wouldn't have burst forth in uncontrollable sobs. But it was just nasty and I didn't even get a good look, I could just tell it was gross.

The crazy thing is, Charity told me a couple days ago something wrong with Ethal, we need to take her to the doctor. I didn't pay too much attention to her, looked at Ethel and since I don't like to look at them a whole lot, didn't notice anything too strange, and went about my business. She was in the exact same position and place as when Charity said that. She she was probably already dead that day! Note to self: pay more attention to what daughter says. Believe it or not she knows what she's talking about!!

As Dave got right into cleaning up the "Ethal remains", I consoled Charity explaining to her that everything and everyone will die someday. It didn't take her too long to calm down, because I reminded her of the rule she made when she got her crabs. She decided that when they die, she would get a puppy. And then Dad reminded us how allergic Gramma is to puppies and the rule didn't apply because Ed was still alive.

So we decided we would get Ed another friend this week. And I think Charity was over it quicker than Dave and I were! They are the only pets we've ever had and you'd be surprised how attached you can get to an ugly, little hermit crab!