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December 29, 2011
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| In our exuberance to find the perfect shell, we found the mini conch you see in the dish. At the time, we did not know that it was occupied. Throughout our stay, it had become a ritual to empty our pockets of the day's shell-finds on the kitchen counter. Peggy was the first to be suspicious, having to pick up the mini-conch after it had "fallen" on the floor. "Let's set it in one place and check on it in a bit to see if it moves," I suggested. I don't know, maybe 10 minutes later, we looked and it was gone. A short search found Hermie, the hermit crab, behind the toaster. So we put him in a dish with unnavigable sides... until after dinner, when I drove Hermie to the nearest ocean access, apologized, and set him free. |