A Killer Amongst Us

Just received my invitation to Snookie’s funeral, Yasmine’s deceased goldfish. It will be at 11 a.m. After an hour of dramatic mourning, Yasmine determined Snookie would not receive the ‘traditional’ sea burial. She no longer believed he would return to the sea in this manner. 

No need for flowers, please send vodka or tequila for the parents who are coping with this ‘loss’ today…

“I think you and Dad killed Harold.”

Granted I wasn’t particularly fond of hermit crabs as pets. They looked more along the lines of spiders with claws. But I wouldn’t stoop to murder.

That would require touching them.

Yasmine pointed at her plate. “Where did you get these crab cakes?”

I choked on the forkful in my mouth. Harold had been a large crab, but he wouldn’t suffice for dinner.

At least Yasmine had moved past the wailing part of her grieving process, and now focused on finding the killer.

This was good, for the mourning period for pets was usually quite extensive.

It involved eulogies, lengthy services and beating of chests. This was especially exasperating when Laken acquired—which then quickly expired—pet worms on a daily basis.

Each morning we woke to the sound of weeping. Laken could be found, butter dish in hand, sitting at the top of the steps with the remnants of ‘Wormy’ rattling around the container like a meager maraca.

One benefit of having worms for pets was that they were cheap and easily replaced. But the daily death of Wormy became predictable, so the girls moved on to toads. Toads were more challenging to locate, but livelier.

Both girls found the toads cute and loveable despite their unpleasant appearance and tendency to urinate on everything.

I put my foot down on lodging these lumpy creatures in our house when a missing pet toad was found hiding in my shoe.

Rationalizing that the toads were mourning their own slimy families while trapped in our human abode, I insisted that releasing them brought them joy to reunite with their warty relatives.

Plus toads tended to die quickly in captivity.

toads, pets, twins

With their indistinctive appearance, each time another toad was located, the girls were certain they located a long-lost friend.

Except for ‘Fatty McFatty’. The enormous toad appeared to be a direct descendent of Jabba the Hut.

He was spotted like a sighting of the Loch Ness Monster. You thought it was a toad, but couldn’t quite believe it.

Though Yasmine’s accusation of murder was untrue, there did seem to be foul play amongst the hermit crabs.

Their numbers were dwindling rapidly and only three of six remained. We didn’t have long to wait before fate intervened and it was ‘Bacon Bits’ turn to die.

While I pondered some type of crab contagion, the girls examined the evidence to acquire justice for their fallen friends. Since Bacon Bits was a tiny, tidbit of a crab, I hoped my name would be removed from the list of hungry suspects.

I braced myself for the wailing as the girls huddled together over the habitat. Instead they announced their theory.

“We’ve noticed Jerry and Mr. Fiddlestick have been spending a lot of time together,” Laken stated with her most serious expression.

“They were both in the hermie hut together.” Yasmine threw out clue number two and then placed her hand on her narrow hips. “We think they’ve killed off all the others so they can be alone.”

In their minds, the Hermit Crab Killer case was closed.

Wouldn’t it be cute if there were a bunch of baby hermit crabs running around?” Yasmine smiled broadly as she closed Bacon Bits in his cardboard coffin in preparation for burial.

Apparently murder was justifiable if it was done in the name of love.

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7 thoughts on “A Killer Amongst Us”

  1. Cynthia WoolfCynthia Woolf

    What a fun blog. It left me with a smile on my face and wondering if you have babies yet?

  2. MaureenMaureen

    Cynthia thank you! No babies yet, lol. Thanks for visiting 🙂

  3. AnonymousAnonymous

    Very funny read! You will have no shortage of stories to write with those two.
    Enjoyed the post,

  4. MaureenMaureen

    Thank you Maryann for your kind words and for stopping by. No, never a shortage of words on my part 😉

  5. NicoleNicole

    Oh my gosh this made me laugh- thank you. What an amazing menagerie! I’m playing it safe and sticking with dogs!

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