More pets that didn't work out

Sometimes things just don't work out the way I planned. Or, actually, what happens is that I am too lazy.

I had other pets that I wanted to tell you about, but it appears I don't have any of their pictures scanned into the computer. So instead of dragging out the old photo albums, you get what I have on file already. These little critters.

A very long time ago, I worked with a woman who had hermit crabs. She always had stories to tell about them and she even brought them to work once. They were so cool and I decided I had to get some one day.

It didn't take too much, back in 2008, to twist Val's arm into begging her step-dad into letting us get some. We had bought the painted shells at Virginia Beach that spring, so we only had to bide our time until the time was right.

I can't even remember their names. One was Wilma and the other must have been Betty. Needless to say, they didn't live long. The temperature and humidity in our house must not have been right for them. It was pretty gruesome though when they half-crawled out of the little shells and shriveled up and died. Yikes. I felt bad about that, bad enough that we never tried that again.