Have you ever wondered what a hermit crab looks like when it's all the way out of its shell? We found out earlier this week. I looked in the cage that morning and saw that our pet 'Samantha' had escaped, for the fourth time since we've owned her.
That evening during dinner. I started having contractions. Bad ones.
While we were cleaning up after dinner Peter found the hermit crab.
When he turned on the garbage disposal.
Warning: graphic picture.
I grabbed my iphone in between contractions and took a picture and I'm glad I did because I was in way too much pain to feel anything else.
I guess I forgot to mention to Peter that I was feeling uncomfortable because he thought it would be a good idea to have a little family memorial service around the garbage can. He asked Eliza to say a few words. He gave a little talk about life after death for animals. It was all very sweet. He was half way through his Amazing Grace solo when I spoiled the mood by yelling, "I'm gonna kill you you jerk!" I guess that meant it was time to go to the hospital.