My New Best Friend...well....sorta

.....I bought a hermit crab Friday afternoon. Its very cute, and has a toucan painted on its shell. Unfortunately, its also very shy and hermitty, and that's why you don't have a picture to compliment this text post. It came out of its shell for me a couple times on Friday and Saturday, and then last night it went and buried itself deep in the sand in the bottom of its terrarium. I don't know how it is for other people, but for me, its a little hard to take a picture of a buried hermit crab without digging it up. I thought about it, but then I figured if its crabby enough to bury itself to escape me, it might possibly be better to let it alone until it decides to unbury itself.
.....This is the first pet I've had while I've been in college, saving the gold fish I was given in a biology lab. Before I came to college, I was never without pets. As a kid I had rabbits, chickens, ducks, and cats in plenty. I got a dog when I was thirteen. When she exited my life, I moved to some smaller animals--all cast-offs from my sisters--two parakeets and two fish. I had a wolf spider my daddy caught for me, which I managed to keep alive for a little while, and a tarantula, compliments of my older sister. The tarantula is my favorite of all my small pets. Unfortunately, it died shortly after the wolf spider. Apparently they were both males and its only females of those species that are long lived. I wanted to get another spider, but my roommate absolutely refused. I wanted to get another dog, but my land-lady had a slight problem with that. I'm done with poultry and rabbits and fish for now, and my roommate's allergic to cats and birds. So a hermit crab was the best I could do.