On the way out of St. George Island there is a tourist shop that we stopped at. While we were browsing the overpriced crap we could get back at any store in Florida, we came across a set up of hermit crabs.
As soon as I saw them, I knew I had to get a few. We ended up getting three of them. We named them Mean Ass, Turtle, and Moo Moo. Mean Ass was the biggest crab of the group and enjoys man-handling the others. We call him MA for short, because there
This is Turtle.
Unfortunately, Mean Ass killed Moo Moo in the a fit of rage in the middle of the night. Nothing like trying to explain to a three year old why the crab named after her is hanging out of his shell dead with three legs chopped off on the ground. I just told her that Jesus wanted his crab back to play with.
The best part is that NYEBoy wasn't with us, so I was able to come home yelling, "Honey, I have crabs!"