Or how about adding a tail that looks like it spent time in curlers or making an animal’s nose its portal for sight? How about prickly pins for animal clothing or a fur coat that looks like it went through the wrong dryer setting? Again, God’s idea first.
However, my very first pets were two hermit crabs, Mike (after my dad) and Fred (after the father of one of my best friends up the street). I remember looking into Mike and Fred’s aquarium-home one morning to find a shocking discovery. Mike had become separated from his shell! Naked hermit crab in one corner…empty shell in another! That’s the day I learned that hermit crab bodies grow, and hermit crab shells do not. (Be gentle, please. Remember, I was in early elementary school.) Thus, when a hermit crab outgrows his shell, he sheds it and goes house hunting, no real estate agents needed. In fact, in Hermit Crab Society, empty shells are not the only option. Apparently, you can covet your neighbor’s house and can challenge him to a sort of arm wrestling match for ownership. Claws up. Last man standing wins residence rights. Fortunately for Fred, he and Mike started aquarium co-habitation on the same socio-economic level, so their houses were the same size. Therefore, having no interest in Fred’s shell, and with limited (uh…no other) options, Mike roamed the sands of the aquarium naked and vulnerable.
(It was only this morning, wrestling in the form of words penned on my journal pages, that the revelation of feeling like a naked hermit crab emerged. So, dear reader, stay tuned…more to come. Hopefully, you will join me along the way. And maybe, if you have not already shed your shell, you will. And maybe, if you have shed your shell, you and I can find some shelter, a new shell, together.)