Single crab prison riot, Padre the Hermit
A whimsical post HH beach tourist shop visit in 2012 resulted in us bringing home a Hermit Crab. We named him Padre. We studied how to best care for it and provide the best crabitat we could. Kat enjoys supplying him with fresh fruits and vegetables daily. Padre is no longer shy and seldom hides. He's always there waiting for me in the morning, watching me move about the kitchen.
We did buy two friends for him. One had a real nasty attitude. He didn't last long with all that negativity. The other was friendly, but spent much of his time hiding in the sand, like a real hermit. He stayed with us a few years, then died in his hidey hole while molting.
Padre is a survivor crab.
A few times a year we replace all the sand in his crabitat. Kat takes her time carefully arranging his things in new and creative ways. He's always excited to be returned to fresh sand and the new arrangement. He scurries around the perimeter, trying to find a weakness to facilitate an escape.
He eventually admits defeat and throws a tantrum by turning over all his bowls of water. He'll climb up the statue made in the Daughter's likeness and topple it over. He dismantles the bridge made from my old orange iPhone case. He eventually settles down and gives me the eye.
At least the fresh fruit and salad still arrives daily. It's a crabby life.