Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Welcome to the ER household!
Photos to come -- when we can figure out where their faces are!
When I was a kid, about 10 or so, I collected a whole bunch of hermit crabs in Florida where my sister lived. They had pretty shells. I put them in a sack and brought them home to Oklahoma. It was just a few years ago when I left a ripe bison skull in the trunk of my car in 106 degree heat in Pueblo Colorado that I finally succeeded in surpassing the absolute horror of the smell those crabs made after being carried dead from Florida in the summer heat for three days in the truck of my dad's car.
Bad stuff they were.
A month later, on the next Boy Scouts weekend, it still stunk to high heaven.
But my crap don't stink.