So, anyway, Sam finally got a pet in 2008 for his 8th birthday -- a hermit crab! He was THRILLED!
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| Eewwwww.... |
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| May, 2008 -- Sam getting the crab cage for his birthday. We went that night and picked out a crab for the 'lonely cage.' |
Sam named his crab Sleeper, because he rarely came out of his shell. Grayson named his Reverend of Joy, because of his coloring(?) Whatever...
They were relatively easy to care for, as you just spray them with special 'crab water' every couple of days, and make sure they have enough food in their cage. Sam generally took care of them, and he was great at remembering, and making sure they were fed and "watered." Good thing, because the novelty wore off within about two weeks for Grayson. (Uh, yeah...let's puh-lease get a dog.)
Reverend ended up dying early in 2010, and Sam buried him in our back yard, under the deck. And alas, when I got home from some meetings yesterday, Sam told me that Sleeper had died. Both of them are buried together under the deck now, and Sam has little sticks marking their graves. And...he put a little faucet/tube thing on the end of one of them, so that when it rains, some water will drip down under the dirt to them "just in case they still need to stay wet..."
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| Two crab graves under the deck |
Sam will miss you.





1 comment:
I love this post because it is so relatable, for I too once was a mean mom. I was not as clear thinking and level headed as you were; I said yes to dogs! Now I find doodles and puddles in my house and if I had done my math correctly...which has never been a strong suit of mine...I would have figured out that the dogs will still be living ( we'll see) after all the kids have left home!
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