Brain Barf

May contain traces of nuts.

Tuesday, February 22, 2005

I feel crabby.

I'm an accessory to murder.
In our shell gathering activities this weekend one of my boys inadvertently brought home a hermit crab.
I found him when I dumped all of the shells into the bleach water to soak.
It was really sad.
Flailing crab legs.
I couldn't find his mouth to give rescue breaths...
Then he vacated his shell in a last ditch effort, and that was some seriously fucked up shit.
I know where they got the little face sucker thingy idea from on "Alien".
And then I didn't feel so bad.
Maybe I should have taken Mr. JoeVegas' advice sooner and betterer and more gooder.


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