Remember how I said that The Coach bought me some new crabs? Remember the red one I named “Rand II.” Yeah, dead already. Now, I am fairly certain this one is not my fault. He didn’t look so hot at the pet store, but the kid said, “Oh, no. He’s fine. Look, he moved.” Yeah, well, poop on you pet store guy. We put him in the tank on Sunday, along with Marx II and Mr. Smith. When I went in Tuesday morning, he had lost a claw. Tuesday afternoon: Dead. All the other crabs are still doing well. One of the original ones is holed up in the coconut hut with Mr. Smith, their little claws sticking out the top. Marx II dug a hole in the sand and is curled up next to the heater, right under the water bowl. Oh well. Apparently, as one of my philosopher friends said, Objectivism is really, really dead.
And now there is a mass grave (of hermit crabs) in the planter outside my front door.