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)