Hannah Montana is a Crab!
That’s right, a crab. My daughter and her husband brought home a pet crab for my granddaughter and she named her (how can you tell it’s a her?) Hannah Montana. This morning Abby was watching her and suddenly she stopped looking at her and said, “She’s crying!”
She didn’t look particularly sad to me (just ugly) but I went ahead and ask why she was crying anyway.
“Because she wants a bigger house!” Abby said.
I looked at the shell she crawled out of, it was rather small but personally I don’t care if she gets a larger house or not. In fact, when Abby isn’t looking I may put Hannah Montana in my daughter’s suitcase for her to take home.
Nana doesn’t need a crab, she’s crabby enough!
Now, Teresa, just be thankful it wasn’t a guinea pig or a rabbit or a hamster or a gerbil or a cat or a puppy or a horse or a cow (that’s what my son wants) or… or… or…! Hermit crabs aren’t all that bad. As long as you remember to keep her habitat moist and to feed her, Hannah Montana will likely be the most grateful member in your household for some time 😉 And who knows, she just might grow on you.
We had 5 peeps (chickens) in our laundry room for 8 weeks, and I honestly grew to love them. If I was feeling stressed, I’d just go in and watch them and listen to them peep. It was therapeutic.
Of course, Hannah is quiet, but the two of you could listen to music or read a book together… heehee!
I’m going to send your post to my own granddaughter, Abby, She’s a Hannah Montana fan, too. She lives pretty far away from me, so I don’t see a crab in her future (at least, not at my house!) Annie