You may remember that when we were at the beach we let Pierce use part of his spending money to purchase a small hermit crab with a yellow angry bird painted on her back. Even though it has been well over a month, Pierce continues to take excellent care of the crab, whom he named Misty. He takes her out daily, gives her special treats, and mists her with a special spray that she enjoys. He tells her how much he loves her, and it's been quite endearing to watch.
In fact, we've only run into one small problem with Misty. One Sunday morning we got up and Pierce wandered over to the table and said, "Hey Mom. I forgot to put Misty up last night. She was right here on the table!". Uh oh. Our hermit crab was on a great escapade!
Hermit crabs don't move very quickly, but ours is quite small, the size of a giant grape. We all started looking around the house for her. Couches were searched under, corners were peeked in, every little space a hermit crab could be holed up was examined. We looked, and looked, and looked.