A Hermit Crab Update
...since I know everyone has been waiting on tenterhooks since Pam exposed out pets' existence to the blogosphere. Confirmed: Nemo the hermit crab and Ladybug the hermit crab are still alive.
First update: I think hermit crab ownership is a great source of humor. I feel like being able to say that the K***s "have pets" but then undercutting everyone's expectations by stating that those pets are, in fact, hermit crabs, gets a big laugh every time. It's a weird answer to a boring question, and that subversion of the norm really tickles me. Do I care about the hermit crabs in the same way that a dog owner cares about their vicious killing machine? Absolutely not. I have never taken charge of feeding them, and I frankly think they are kind of gross. But it's really satisfying to be able to place hermit crabs on the same pedestal as dogs anyway. It's technically true! They are pets!
Second update: The hermit crabs are still alive, four months after they were purchased at the Boardwalk gift shop. I know it's not that long of a period of time compared to the typical life expectancy of hermit crabs (which, according to google, is fifteen years), but according to my own personal family history with hermit crabs, this is an incredible streak. I can't recall any hermit crabs of my youth even lasting past the family vacation that I purchased it during. So the fact that Nemo and Ladybug even made it back to Philly, let alone in Philly past Thanksgiving, completely shatters my expectations regarding this species. And honestly, it makes me consider the very real possibility that my parents were murdering my hermit crabs in Wildwood because they didn't feel like taking care of them after vacation was over.
...since I know everyone has been waiting on tenterhooks since Pam exposed out pets' existence to the blogosphere. Confirmed: Nemo the hermit crab and Ladybug the hermit crab are still alive.
First update: I think hermit crab ownership is a great source of humor. I feel like being able to say that the K***s "have pets" but then undercutting everyone's expectations by stating that those pets are, in fact, hermit crabs, gets a big laugh every time. It's a weird answer to a boring question, and that subversion of the norm really tickles me. Do I care about the hermit crabs in the same way that a dog owner cares about their vicious killing machine? Absolutely not. I have never taken charge of feeding them, and I frankly think they are kind of gross. But it's really satisfying to be able to place hermit crabs on the same pedestal as dogs anyway. It's technically true! They are pets!
Second update: The hermit crabs are still alive, four months after they were purchased at the Boardwalk gift shop. I know it's not that long of a period of time compared to the typical life expectancy of hermit crabs (which, according to google, is fifteen years), but according to my own personal family history with hermit crabs, this is an incredible streak. I can't recall any hermit crabs of my youth even lasting past the family vacation that I purchased it during. So the fact that Nemo and Ladybug even made it back to Philly, let alone in Philly past Thanksgiving, completely shatters my expectations regarding this species. And honestly, it makes me consider the very real possibility that my parents were murdering my hermit crabs in Wildwood because they didn't feel like taking care of them after vacation was over.
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