Here's to Pinchy
Pinchy has been acting strange the last 3 weeks. He hasn't been active at night like usual and hasn't gone into his home during the day. He's just been hanging out at a corner.
Pinchy is my daughter's hermit crab. Pinchy has been a member of our house (or "zoo" as I sometimes like to call it) for the last 2 years. Along with his cage mate Hermie, the two hermit crabs have gone on adventures under the couch and eaten quite a few carrots. They also require a few squirts of water from time to time. Today I picked up Pinchy to give him a few squirts, but something was different.
Pinchy didn't move. I squirted some more, sometimes it takes a while for Pinchy to come out and get the full watering he seems to enjoy. Instead, Pinchy fell out of the shell, or at least what looked like most of him. I had to let my daughter know. I think I probably worded it a bit wrong when I blurted out "The crab's dead". My daughter was devastated.
She cried, called her best friend, and cried some more. The funeral was held quickly, we found a nice small box to place him in. My daughter wanted the shell to remember Pinchy by, but pulling the remains out did not seem to be the right thing to do. No, Pinchy would be buried, shell and all.
The funeral was nice, we placed him about 2 feet under and my daughter planted a flower over him. A red flower, the same color as his shell. She hung out nearby for a while before she had to go to the library with her Mom. I stayed at the house, having work to finish up.
In the quiet after they left, something was bothering me. There was a claw in the shell that just didn't seem like a back claw. I got the book that came with the hermit crabs. The picture showed something like what I saw as a back claw, but still. I read on.
The book mentioned that it is common to mistake the exoskeleton of a molting hermit crab as a dead crab and not to do this. WHAT!!!??? Hermit crabs molt??? Who knew? Okay, probably all of you reading this knew. I didn't.
I ran out to the burial site. Pinchy had been under for a while now. Maybe he wasn't molting. Or worse, what if he was only molting but couldn't handle being buried for so long. Time to dig him out! But what if he really wasn't alive. I carefully dug out the flower before digging in. "Who was the idiot who put him 2 feet under??!", I said under my breath, as I dug through the dirt. Finally, the little box. I brought it out and put it aside. I don't know why, buy I reconstructed the burial site, flower and all, before opening the box.
"Hey idiot, what was THAT all about?", I could have sworn I heard Pinchy say as I opened the box and he crawled a little out of his shell. "A little water and oxygen tank next time, or at least a panic button to the outside built into the box, pleeeeze?". Pinchy was okay. I called my wife and left her a message that Pinchy was okay and to let our daughter know. I told her I dug him out and CPR was successful, but I digress.
To my daughter it was a miracle, Pinchy was alive and well. Her prayers were answered. Pinchy came back to her and rejoined Hermie. Not only that, Pinchie is all pink and new, having shed his old "skin" and is now awaiting his new "skin". He seems no worse for his ordeal today. I can't say the same for me. Of course, the miracle for my wife and I is that it didn't take 2-3 weeks before figuring out Pinchy was only molting.
We all sometimes feel like things are hopeless. Maybe business is down, creditors banging at the door, or our personal lives not going as planned. Like today with Pinchy, life has a way of showing us things aren't always as they seem.

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