It sounds like the name to a bad song, “Dead Hermit Crab,” right?
So right after Nate got off the bus yesterday, I was futzing around in the kitchen when something made me look over at “Hermie,” Nate’s Hermit Crab. I realized he had died and his little shell-less body was laying in his orange water dish.
(Yup, that’s him over to the right in the picture. Of course I had to snap one because I’m a blogger and that’s what we do.)
As Nate had just sat down to do his homework, I froze. I didn’t want to announce Hermie’s demise just yet.
I fretted over how to handle it and waited until hubby came home from work. I debated getting rid of the body and the cage before telling Nate then realized I just wanted to be honest about it. Before bedtime, hubby and I told Nate that Hermie had died. He ran over to the cage, looked in and seemed to take the news in stride.
Until about ten minutes later when the tears started. And didn’t stop until he proceeded to cry himself to sleep over an hour and a half past bedtime.
“Hermie was special, Mom,” ”he was the very first pet that was mine,” and “I’m so sad!” were all tear-jerkers that came out of his mouth during his bawling session. It just broke my heart.
Nate asked that we please save his favorite shell and we’ll be having a burial service tonight. He’ll be buried next to “Mousie” (uninvited pet mouse from our garage last year) and some other empty lots that will undoubtedly end up be resting spaces for future pets. Although after last night’s reaction, I can handle watching my kids mourn over any more pets….
RIP Hermie Wingerd 2011-2012.