The reason I had to make an emergency stop was because I spotted this shell in the road, and I slammed on the brakes when I saw it move. It was alive!
I pocked it up to move it to safety but I had to have a look. It's not often you get to see a hermit crab in a shell this big.
It's unusual but not unheard of. As the crabs go they have to find larger and larger shells which can get tricky. I have heard of hermits that have been found to be using discarded glass jars.
He popped outa moment to check me out. We looked at each other and I decided to torture had to end.
I had spared his life but it was time for him to be on his lonely way.
Cheyenne had long since wandered off and was sitting up the road wondering what the bloody hell I was doing?
It was walk time!
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