case of the crabs

I was lucky in that respect when I was an irresponsible teen, I never caught the crabs. But I knew a few who did. It was funny in Sex in the City when Charlotte caught them during a weekend of young sex in the Hamptons, and it was equally funny when the people I knew caught them. Probably not so much to them back then, but I bet they laughed when they saw that episode of SATC all those years later. Anyway, I ended up with my case of the crabs just a few weeks back. Hermit crabs. And I don't mean my snatch crabs grew to hermit crab-sized proportions, I mean that Mr Sister went out of town and I offered to babysit her real live hermit crabs. Superman, Spiderman, and the green one that was really fast and active. They were absolutely useless. Didn't like my cold house, wouldn't eat the food Mr Sister left them so I was forced to cut up veggies for their high maintenance asses, and Sydnerella didn't even care they were there. But after a week, I decided I liked the little suckers. A lot. I even made them a play area where I'd throw them every night for an hour so they could run around. Under the watchful eye of Rusty. And by run, I really mean just hobble a few inches to the corner of the box where they'd try to fall back asleep ... so I'd have to put them back in the middle of the box just to keep them on their toes. Mr Sister wasn't sure she'd get them back. But they were gone on Saturday. And I'm left with this as a memory of the time that I caught a case of the crabs ...