mudplayerx
Active Member
I had just sat down on my couch to peer into my tank and observe the new things my live rock was sprouting, and my heart sank.
In the shadows of one of the caves was the unmistakable profile of two crab pincers. I was quite convinced that one of my hermit crabs had gone to the fish tank in the sky.
I hate moving my live rock, but having a corpse in my newly-cycled tank was unacceptable. I lifted the rock up and sure enough, there was a dead hermit crab. I scooped it up and examined it closely. It was a dead crab: claws, legs, antennae, even the meaty butt.
After disposing of the carcass, I went back to examine the tank some more. LO! No hermit crabs were missing.
What is the moral of this long-winded story? The molt of a hermit crab so closely resembles a living crab it is uncanny! I had no idea that the butt portion was molted as well.
In the shadows of one of the caves was the unmistakable profile of two crab pincers. I was quite convinced that one of my hermit crabs had gone to the fish tank in the sky.
I hate moving my live rock, but having a corpse in my newly-cycled tank was unacceptable. I lifted the rock up and sure enough, there was a dead hermit crab. I scooped it up and examined it closely. It was a dead crab: claws, legs, antennae, even the meaty butt.
After disposing of the carcass, I went back to examine the tank some more. LO! No hermit crabs were missing.
What is the moral of this long-winded story? The molt of a hermit crab so closely resembles a living crab it is uncanny! I had no idea that the butt portion was molted as well.