My brother-in-law stopped by my house yesterday to visit the kids. For some reason, he went upstairs to check out the hermit crab abode. I heard a lot of giggling, and wondered what was going on. Two minutes later, my brother-in-law came down with a hermit crab suspended between his index finger and thumb.
"What are you doing to that poor crab?" I asked.
"What am I doing with this crab?" he said. "He's a killer crab! I'm going to boil him in a pot of water and then butter him up."
"Dude, he's just a crab. A teeny tiny harmless crab." I took the crab from him and let it crawl around in the palm of my hand. "See, he's friendly."
My brother-in-law took the crab and put his fingers by its pinchers. And what do you think happened? Yep. The crab pinched his finger.
"Ahhh!" shouted my brother-in-law as he shook the crab off his finger. "See, I told you! He's a killer crab!"
I shook my head. "Dude, you're not going to boil him or use him for the secret ingredient in a Sponge Bob crabby patty. It's not his fault you're being stupid!"
I rescued the poor little crab and carried him back to his abode.