Our New Addition

Friday morning was our last day at the beach.  We awoke to an overcast, drizzling sky, so we packed the car and took one last trip to the boardwalk before driving home. We told the kids that they could each pick one souvenir, and Davud immediately starting hitting us up for a hermit crab.

Now, you see, years ago we had a hermit crab. He met with a rather unfortunate demise. It might have had something to do with a toilet, but I’m not giving away any more than that.

The problem with “Hermie” was that somehow I ended up being his sole caretaker. His home was on my kitchen counter, and soon he became nothing more than another item of clutter around which I had to clean. D had lost interest in his little pet, to the point that when I finally rid my house and my kitchen counter top of the stinky little crustacean, it took D WEEKS before he even thought to ask what happened to his “friend”.

So when he first mentioned wanting a new hermit crab when we were at the shore this week, my initial reaction was something like, “Not until H-E-Double-Hockey-Sticks freezes over!”

But as the week wore on, he was persistent without being whiny or disrespectful, so we finally relented. After all, he is three years older than he was when we brought Hermie home to be his first pet. Now he is old enough to take care of one by himself. And since I have no intention of ever bringing a cat or a dog to live under my roof (or a bird or a hamster or even an iguana, for that matter), maybe a friendly li’l hermit crab would be a good pet.

We agreed that D will keep the new hermit crab in his room, thus leaving my kitchen counters free of unnecessary clutter in the form of smelly little sea creatures, and he will be solely responsible for caring for it. If the crab doesn’t survive, we won’t be replacing it.

Needless to say, D was thrilled. And of course, as soon as the words were out of my mouth, C was begging for a hermit crab as well, but I was quick to inform her that when she is seven years old, she can have a hermit crab of her very own. Surprisingly, this answer satisfied her, and she settled for a new Ocean City sweatshirt as her souvenir.

As we were sitting at the Mack and Manco Pizza joint, waiting for our lunch and watching the “pizza man” put on a show of tossing and twirling the pizza dough high in the air, D said to his little sister in that patronizing tone that only an older sibling can affect, “C, this can be our hermit crab. We can share him, and you can help me feed him and water his sponge. And you can play with him too.” To which she responded something equally sweet and agreeable.

Then the stars aligned, the angels sang, and everything was right with the world as my children experienced a rare moment of peace and harmony.

So we had our pizza and then walked down to “Ocean Treasures”, where D picked out a small hermit crab in a bright red shell and a blue wire cage.

On the way home, amazingly, peace and harmony persisted as the children passed the little blue cage back and forth between their seats, discussing how to properly care for our newest little family member and planning to show him to all their friends as soon as we arrived home.

As I dozed in the front seat, I overheard the following question from C to D: “Am I gonna be the mom of him and you gonna be the dad of him?”

Um, well, something like that.

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11 Responses

  1. This brings back so many memories. My best pal had one named Nabisco. He was suicidal and would climb to the top of his wire cage and let go, over and over.

    I had several over the course of my childhood, but none were so memorable as hers.

  2. You nice mama, you.

    Ellie and Grace wanted one SOOOOOO bad. The pink shell with the purple butterfly painted on it, please. But we put our foot (feet?) down, since we were going out of town again soon.

    She responded with, “Then can I have a puppy?”

  3. Don’t you love those moments when everyone is sweet to one another? It makes the other 23 hours and 30 minutes of the day just a little more bearable! 🙂 Enjoy Josh! Or rather, enjoy not taking care of Josh while David does! 🙂

  4. Well, I’m not sure if I should should say congratulations or not! I’m with you I do not want a dog a cat or anything besides HUMANS living in our house! But Josh is pretty small…and probably doesn’t shed too much.

  5. congratulations on your new addition! We’ve got hermit crabs,too and they are way more work than you’d think. They need a glass cage, enough sand to dig down into, water in a dish (not a sponge), temperature and humidity gauges…I know you’re thinking, “not in a million years!” I thought so, too, so I totally sympathize. Check out :https://hermitcrabassociation.com/phpBB/index.php for lots and lots (more than you ever wanted) of information. And enjoy! 😉

  6. Way to work the suspense on that one…;) Even if Josh doesn’t live, you got those precious moments of sibling harmony out of the deal.

  7. Cute! I’m afraid to have one, we were at the mall and the Crab Man let Nine hold a crab. The crab decided to take a flying leap to the ground and ever since I’ve been traumatized over cracked crab.

    But I guess he’d be ok on carpet, right?

  8. A hermit crab! I’ve always wanted one myself. OldMan hasn’t wanted one yet. He actually has a fish that wouldn’t die if I flushed him!

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