*grin* I know it's silly...I can handle some things fine and other things just make me want to dance around in a circle flapping my arms like a chicken yelling "eww eww eww!!" - and most sea creatures do that for me....but you'd have laughed your butt off the other day at me when I went to take care of my son's hermit crabs...here...I'll cut and paste what I wrote on one of my other boards, to make you all smile -
The continuing adventures of Seashell and Typhoon
My son has 2 hermit crabs. Typhoon and Seashell. Typhoon is actually Typhoon 2, because Typhoon 1 died pretty much within a day or two of us bringing him home. His little legless body and shell are in a cup in the garage, waiting for spring thaw so he can be buried. Apparently when hermit crabs stress out, they lose their legs.
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Thank god I'm not a hermit crab, or I'd have a real problem getting around apparently.
Well anyhow, we got 2 more. NO, we got 3 more...one was my daughter's, and THAT ONE'S legs fell off and he died.
In the foodbowl.
Joy.
So anyhow, back to Typhoon and Seashell - did you know that hermit crabs like to climb and play? Well Seashell's favorite game is to climb to the top of the little habitat and cling to the roof, without my being aware of it.
So I take off the top to feed them and to spritz them (they need spritzing...it's like an artificial rain forest...I feel like God...it helps...my therapist says this is good...well not really, but EVERYONE needs to feel like God, right?...*ahem* ) and I don't see Seashell...then I touch him...and drop the top and scream like a little girl and my children giggle their butts off...
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SO anyhow...Typhoon likes to climb the wire wall on the back of the habitat, and cling there. Upside down. Apparently he likes all his little crabbie blood rushing to those bulbous eyes that pass as his head, I don't know. So Typhoon has a new trick. He likes to climb to the top and then go BEHIND the wire mesh so that if he falls he'll be trapped like the little crabbie he is between the mesh and the wall.
So I poked him until he let go - you have to poke, or you will yank the little leggies off, and then we all know what happens...
*insert appropriate funereal type music here*
Then I picked him up and put him on his nifty keen glow in the dark sand...and spritzed (see above: re: god complex) and closed it up...oh...AFTER I used scotch tape to make the wire mesh stick to the wall better to avoid the trap o'death I mentioned before.
So the freshly spritzed crabbies are all happy and start frolicking...and what does Typhoon do? Besides try to climb on top of his brother/sister/fellow crabbie? (Do NOT ask how to tell if it's a girl or a boy...I'm still recovering from THAT one) He climbs the stupid mesh wall and tries to pull the scotch tape off!
I kid you not!
The crabbie has a death wish and/or wants to imitate Houdini apparently!
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That's it. I'm done crab sitting for today. I need a beer, and Typhoon needs to figure out some crabbie physics...*sigh*
Of course this means that we'll be doing a seashell hunt on the beaches for future crabbie homes!! Any and all donations appreciated! *grin*
That said, I would have a hard time with them if I wasn't so facinated! The most interesting thing I encountered my first time at Stingray City was how something can be agressive trying to get the food from our hands when they have no hard body parts to push at you with! Interesting feeling
I have to remember to put fish juice on me to get that stingray hickie someone was talking about months ago. that could be really cool
I can see myself explaining that one to my boss, "The stingray made that mark, honest" He would laugh himself silly, at least it's not my mom
I doubt she'd believe me any more... 
Renae
Sorry, I have to ask you to move out of the kiosk line, nothing personal. 
Randy
