Like many impulsive purchases, they started regretting it after a few days. I came into the picture as my friend's roommate was contemplating ways to murder Luther. She mentioned boiling him and seeing if he could be cracked open for meat (he is the smaller than a silver dollar). Her other sadistic and crackpot schemes included releasing him into a mall wishing well or hotel pool or throwing him out onto the foot of snow that has accumulated this week.
I was disgusted. As my visit wore on, I realized that I could do something to save this poor living creature that was about to become a victim of the sickening cycle of big box pet peddling (always low morals, always). My friend seemed relieved when I offered to take Luther (though I think she experiened a touch of disappointment that she wasn't going to see what sort of creative end her roommate would devise and carry out).
I decided that his name ought to be Hellboy after the comic book character. Male fiddler crabs have one huge claw and one tiny one. Appearently the big claw is completely useless except for the occasional ritualistic mating brawl with another male. Hellboy, the world's greatest paranormal investigator, has one large stone hand (the Right Hand of Doom) that just happens to be the key to the end of the world. I figured that being named after a character who is a force for good in spite of the dark destiny that he inherited would be good for this refugee Uca.
I bought a nifty thrift store glass jar and sand to keep him in. I even got water conditioner and salt so he would be happy. Damn my big heart for helpless creatures. Stupid exotic pet industry. May the blood of sewer alligators forever be on their hands.
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