Well, these crabs aren't quite the same as the beachy crabs, or at least I think so. In fact our Grand Dame, according to Witchy Woman, who is the resident expert on hermit crabs, says that Nancy is an old lady.
Who knew! Well Nancy abandoned her shell and took up residence in one of my African Turban shells (which is about letting your inner light shine, and that under the muck and grime is a shining light body according to Ocean Oracle). She hasn't changed her shell in a long time and I don't think she molted. There were two other crabs that died a long time ago in the same tank as Nancy. Nancy has survived! She is like all of us! A fighter!
Guilty to admit that I find hermits a sort of bizarre pet. They are nocturnal, so they come out at night. Um. I sleep at night, right? right. the minute you look interested in them they whoosh into their shells with nary an antenna poking out to indicate they are there. Talk about shy. LOL.
Nancy didn't used to pinch, and now if you hold her she gets hold of you with her big pincer and won't let go. We handle her with gloves or pull a sleeve over any exposed skin. And she can still get you. Pinchy old dame.
But she lives on! And today i got a good look at her shell. She's as healthy as a well as a crab I geuss.
