Life SUCKS! and I got CRABS

Yep, it's a simple known fact that LIFE SUCKS. We all know it. I mean none of us are getting out of it alive. We will all meet the same fate in the end. What can I say, it's depressing. So as all of you know by now, I've been going through a rough time. So I went out with my husband the other day and we got Crabs.

Like the picture above suggests, we got three of them. The species we got are red clawed fiddlers. They look much like the photo below. My camera battery is dead, and I'm too lazy to find the charger to charge it up, so you will have to settle for pictures lifted off the Internet.
Crabs are a great low maintenance pet. Did you know that there are over 90 different species of Fiddler Crabs? And they are quite entertaining to watch. Our new Fiddler crabs were great additions to the three Hermit Crabs that we already own. I don't think I have properly introduced you to the crabs of the family.

Meet BLUEY. He is the first crab we ever got. He is also the smallest crab. We purchased Bluey two years ago. He came home with his friend, Reddy. Reddy has since gone to the big house in the sky, but Bluey is still Molting stronger than ever. (Crabs molt about every 3-6 months. During this time they shed their exoskeleton for a new one. They are able to regenerate limbs during this time.)



Next we have Scoobie Doobie Do. "Scoobie" is our biggest Crab. When we purchased Scoobie, he was housed inside a white shell with a picture of Scoobie Do painted on it. But he moved out of the shell as soon as we got him home. He changed shells several times before he finally settled on the one he has now. Scoobie pinched me once and I had to hold him under running water for several minutes before he decided to let go. I think he was attempting to bury himself for molting when I picked him up, and crabs get sort of crabby when they are ready to molt. I think it is because the skins that they are in, so they need to get bigger ones. Since then, I've been way more careful when handling Scoobie.
And last but not least, there is Hermie. Yes, I have a Hermit Crab named Hermie. Hermie is my favorite. He is very social and usually will come out of his shell when I call him. He loves to climb all over my hands and arms. His favorite snack is Hermit Crab Cookies, and he doesn't care for the creel and brim shrimp pellets that I have for them right now. All of the crabs love the coconut and mango fruit treats. I am thinking of getting some for them for Christmas.

So, now that you've met all of the crabs in our family..... Tell me about all of the crabs in your family. HA

My Thoughts Have Now Been Collected.

Well, the leaves are finally starting to turn colors this month. It seems appropriate considering, we have a new President that will hopefully be able to Change the state of our Union.
The boys really enjoyed Halloween. They were skeletons this year. Forrest had a heart that would pump fake blood through his bones, but the blood scared Nathan, so he would not let me rig his costume with the fake blood. The made a haul with the halloween candy. Both pumpkins were filled to the top. Yep, I think we may still have halloween candy until next year.
Speaking of pumpkins, I worked my fingers to the bone carving this year. I carved two pumpkins with the wolves scene. Both boys wanted it on their pumpkins.

I also did the haunted house scene. It took the most time, three damn hours to carve a stupid pumpkin, and it still didn't win the pumpkin carving contest at work. It was rigged I tell you, rigged. A simple Jack-0-Lantern with the bottom half of a baby sticking out of it's mouth won. Since when did scientists give a damn about creativity? The day after Halloween, I let the boys have a costume party. They really enjoyed it, and so to show me their appreciation, they climbed over our back fence and stole these beautiful rose blooms off of the neighbor's rose bush. They smelled heavenly.

Well, that's the end of my post. I told you I collected my thoughts. I didn't tell you they were organized. I hope every one has a good weekend. Well, what's left of it anyway!.