Kayla is not happy in her new home. After only a month, our hermit crab has decided to do whatever it takes to escape, even if it means leaving one piece at a time. One of her claws fell off. I am not joking.
When my girls discovered the fruits of Kayla’s new weight loss program, they were somewhat concerned.
Grace: Mom, something bit Kayla’s claw off!!
Grace: It’s on the bottom of the cage!
Me: Let me see…oh…huh.
Grace: Can she grow another one?
Sarah: Can we put it back on?
Grace: Is she dying?
Me: Um…she’s…molting. Yes. Nothing to worry about.
Then I made a beeline for the wine bottle, and they spent what seemed like a long time trying to get her to move.
Should I have told them the truth? Yes. Am I a big fat wimp for giving them false hope? Yes. Told you I was a chicken. I had to remove the claw myself. Yuck.
Kayla did move eventually, but I think she is not long for this world.