hahaha I was talking to Gwen just now andwhen she suggested going to catch small crabs tomorrow, I was suddenly reminded of my pet crab Crabby aka Crappy. (yes, I know its a very dumb name) Since poor Crappy died under my inexperienced hands, I think I should give a tribute of its very short life.

Four years ago when I was in Primary Six, Seraphina (my primary school best friend) gave me a tiny crab that she caught from some beach! It was really kind of cute; tiny and grey with six tiny legs. It lived in a Ferrero Rocher box with soil from the beach (later I found out from I-can't-remember-who that crabs don't live in soil but they need seawater or sth) and the box sits on a chair in the kitchen. And guess how I killed it? I gave it fish food which it obviously didn't/couldn't eat! Miraculously, Crappy survived for two weeks in our household with only soil, a man-made pool of water and rocks in its habitat. NO FOOD.

Oh man. I feel so bad now that I think of it.

Nah, I'm not going to catch any crabs tomorrow.