|Please don't eat me! I'm all shell.|
|A choice of Turbo Snail Shells for Hernando|
|Changed into a roomy one that weighed less|
Hernando quickly pulled his slim tubular body from his current shell, and spiraled into the new one. It was a perfect fit, with slightly less weight to carry around, but with room to grow for the next year or so. And then the big hand reached for him again. The hand placed him inside different container where he again scrambled and clawed at the sides, hoping to escape certain death. Suddenly he was set back down on the sand near dozens of his friends. The others were enjoying a feast of tasty food, and bathing in clean shallow pools. Heaven, he was in Hermit Crab Heaven. It was the only possible explanation.
|Hermit Crab Heaven - food, water, friends, shells|
Hernando’s first instinct was to scamper away and hide in the nearby bushes, but once he realized he was not being pursued - he stopped. He turned around, and re-joined the party on the beach. Scattered on the sand were dozens of shells in various sizes and colours. Straggly lines of Hermit Crabs, ordered from largest to smallest, clutched the next-in-line crab. Hernando knew what this was; he had experienced this many times. It was a shell exchange!
|Hermit Crab shell exchange conga-line|
The shells were necessary to protect their fragile bodies from being battered by the rough ground. They were also necessary to carry a supply of water, and to keep them safe from predators.
|Slim tubular body stuffed in plastic bottle|
|Hernando in a Pond's Cold Cream bottle|
|Our neighbour Chuck looking at Hernando|
After terrifying the wits out of him for a few minutes, they left him alone again to enjoy the rest of the evening with his Hermit Crab friends. He had survived another frightful encounter, and he was still getting bigger every year.
|Chayne, Sue Lo and Carlie visiting Hermit Crabs|
PS: Hernando has had many visitors this year: Ethan, Evan, Kati, Emili, Kara, Nicolas, Carlie, and Chayne. He would like to thank everyone for being nice to him and his friends.
I know I have written about Hermit Crabs before, but Hernando wanted to tell his side of the experience!
Lynda and Lawrie