Knitting. Yarn. Fiber artistry. More knitting. Nursing school. Hospice work. Death and the dying process. Phoenix Raven's. Knitting. Yarn. Oh, and Life As An Air Force Wife.
Published on July 3, 2004 By dharmagrl In Pets & Nature

Jacques moulted overnight.

I got up this morning and found him, pink and naked, in the tank.  I've had to quarantine him in the travel tank so the Tud and Martin won't bother him...and I think that may have been what happened to Bob.  Crabs are soft, naked and incredibly vulnerable when they've just shed their old exoskeleton, and I'm prepared to bet that Bob got attacked whilst he was in that condition.  It's my fault, really...I should have been a bit more aware and moved him to a separate tank so he could moult in safety.

Anyway, Jacques is busy eating his old exoskeleton (it's good for them) and is checking out new shells.  His bottom is very...umm...odd looking, like a curly shrimp.  I hope he moves into a new shell soon, it makes me nervous.  I don't want him to die like Bob did......


Comments
on Jul 03, 2004
I got up this morning and found him, pink and naked, in the tank. 
. . .
Anyway, Jacques is busy eating his old exoskeleton (it's good for them) and is checking out new shells.  His bottom is very...umm...odd looking, like a curly shrimp.


Eww. Maybe I don't want a crab after all.

Come to think of it, I was eating stuffed crab the other night. How would I explain it to the little fella's? I probably shouldn't make pets out of anything I eat for dinner.