This is a simple blog from the mind of a simple guy who's rambling thoughts may, from time to time, need to spill over somewhere to keep "my cup from getting too full". Just remember, "You're riding a gravy train with biscuit wheels."
I hope that all is well with him.
Me too, North. I miss the old grump.
I had a Hermit Crab for 5 years, his name was Crusty, the little guy killed every friend I brought home for him, would bang his shell on the glass for treats and would crawl around my house in a custom hamster ball I made. I no longer get to tell the girls that I have crabs, think I will introduce the baby girl to the wonderful world of hermit crabs this weekend.
Ha! Thanks, Sid. Different kind of hermit. This one has guns. Still crabby, though, I suppose.