For a short week, this one’s seemed like a fucking eternity. On the bright side, ID seems to have decided that life as a captive crayfish agrees with him. He molted yesterday, and although he was exhausted in the morning, by evening, he’d eaten every single scrap of his exo as well as the blood worm I gave him.

He’s soooo cute!

“Back off, bitch–this is MY cookie!” He loves all food, including shrimp pellets.

On a less bright note, Yankie Doodle White Trash has been busy (doesn’t work, supposed to be disabled, but seems able-bodied enough to move the fucking junk on his porch around on a daily basis, including the furniture), and thus the Patriotic Yard Sale House is born. Words simply fail me. If it looks like this as of this morning, WTF will assault me by 04 July? Just…unbelievable.

What? You say that’s not a large enough picture for you to truly absorb the effect of the tasteful and stylish details? Well, just click right here and you’ll get all the detail my camera could get, zooming in on that house as I was pretending to photograph my own (again :lol:)

P.S. Mean and Pinchy molted the day before ID did, and he does have two crab-hands now, but he hasn’t let me get a good shot of him “after” yet. Keeps crab-mooning me–must’ve learned that from the frogs.