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Published on July 3, 2004 By dharmagrl In Pets & Nature

Bob the crab has died.

He had buried himself a couple of days ago, and I thought that he was going to moult..I kept checking on him to see if he was still with us, and he was.  In fact, they got a bath on Tuesday and they were all fine then.

This evening I noticed Martin picking at Bob's shell, and saw that all that was left of poor Bob was his big pincher.  The others had eaten the rest of him.

Davey is going to be terribly upset.  He's asleep, and I don't want to wake him to tell him...the morning will be soon enough. 

Farewell, Bob...and happy crabbing in the crustacean afterlife (if there is such a thing)


Comments
on Jul 03, 2004
Awww - I refused to admit my crabs died - Sebastian-Aloysius and Bob - They buried themselves and I would keep ignoring the fact that they didn't come up - they were just sleeping....-- it took me about a month to dispose of them.

Poor Davey I know how he feels - I haven't had crabs since (that was over 2 years ago) but I still have all the stuff so maybe one day....
on Jul 03, 2004


That's incredibly sad.

I've been enjoying the crab adventures so much I felt like going out and getting some myself.

My sincerest condolences.

on Jul 03, 2004
He was actually okay with it.  He said "oh, perhaps Bob was just too small".  He asked what happened to him and I had to explain cannibalism....which he declared was "sick".
on Jul 03, 2004
He was actually okay with it.  He said "oh, perhaps Bob was just too small".  He asked what happened to him and I had to explain cannibalism....which he declared was "sick".


Very healthy boy you have there.
on Jul 03, 2004

Very healthy boy you have there


Why thank you!  He's a good kid.....except that he's just discovered that girls aren't yukky anymore....