kIt would be an understatement to say that Drew and I are not animal people.
There are so many reason. Yes, I do have issues from my childhood, but that's for another blog. Having allergies is a huge reason. And yes, I have heard that you should get a dog and live with for a few weeks and that will cure you of your allergies to them. I know people who have done this and its worked for them. Ben and I would be lucky to get through those few weeks without having to be permanently hooked up to an oxygen tank and an IV of Benadryl. Then, there is the smell of the animals. (If you have animals and think your house doesn't smell, then you must clean your house every day.) But also there's the poop.
I potty-trained three kids - I am done with carry some one else's poop out the garage can.
Bearing all of this in mind I was not very receptive to Bob.
Bob the Hermit Crab is his full name.
Last week William came home from school with him. He wanted to take him to the beach and let him go...he knew there was no way Mom was going to let him keep Bob.
Then Melissa saw Bob. And you could just see the wheels turning in her head.
She was not about to let him go without a fight.
I just said, "talk to your father." I knew he wasn't going to let them keep the thing.
Oh, how he likes to surprise me.
Stunned was one word for me.
Just like Drew...he said yes, then hopped on a plane and left the island leaving me with Bob.
But he did get on that plane with the knowledge that gifts better be in his possession when he returns!! (I do accept that he gets to travel and tour the world with his job, but I don't think its too much to ask for a little gift upon his return.)
So, we kept Bob. They kids have a great time naming him and did seem to get a kick out of taking care of him...as much as you can hermit crab.
But at last it was not meant to be.
Melissa burst into my room early Sunday morning very upset, "I think Bob drowned during the night!"
And she was right...well...maybe not the drowning part, but he was dead. I really didn't think crab could drown, but he is dead, so maybe he did.
So, here's to you Bob. Thanks for being our first pet. And thanks for not stinking up my house or make me carry your poop out to the garage can.
May you enjoy hermit crab heaven.
Rest in peace.