speaking of hermit crabs, did you ever have one when you were younger? my brother and i each had a huge crab, and we loved them until they turned on us. staging a hermit crab revolt, my brother's crab clamped down on his palm and wouldn't let go until it had taken a hunk of flesh. then not 12 hours later, my hermit crab latched onto that sensitive piece of flesh between the thumb and index finger. i shook and shook and shook, and finally the thing flew off. i guess it goes without saying that we didn't play with our hermit crabs anymore after that. little jerks.
i'll try to blog tomorrow, but if i don't, i'll see you in a little over a week when chris and i return from our deserted island anniversary trip!