Crab... (Or, how I should quit collecting shells of the swirly-kind)
Hurrr... I finally have something to post after, what? A whole year of NOT posting? My life is kind of boring, but at the same time I'm pretty busy with (art) schoolwork too that I try to make an effort on not wasting time on the internet. This was something I know that I should NOT despair over, but I felt really guilty about this that I had to tell it. -_-;
I went to a beach that was about 5 blocks from my school for my Ecology of Water project, and while looking around and recording various things over there (plus wandering all over the place to see anything interesting in the waters), I saw a huge seashell sitting in the water, no indication of a gastropod (a spineless-slug, basically) occupying the shell.
My temptation of collecting seashells knows no bounds, as I thought it was NICE to get a huge and 'perfect' spiral shell (a True Tulip, as I later identified it) for the first time after always getting tiny spiral ones to medium-sized bivalve (clam-type) ones! I grab a stick, and drag it towards me, and carry it with me all the way back to the school. Dinner was already starting, so I thought that just rinsing it and getting rid of the sand would just do it.
Well, little did I know that while doing this, I did not know that something small was already occupying the shell...
As soon as I turned the hot water on, and began rinsing it in the sink, out popped a small gray-bluish crab which scared me that I turned the water off immediately, and ran out of the bathroom. Inching a little bit to look, the crab was trying to right itself, and then proceeded to look at me really angrily...
Then, trying to be helpful, I tried to put the little guy in a jar, and thinking about running all the way back to the beach (or, dumping him in the Bayou, which I REALLY did NOT want to do...), but the little guy just CRAWLED into the drain, with the gross-gunk that the sink plug somehow got stuck with from the previous occupants...
Long story short, tried to get him out, couldn't because he was stubborn, or... well, I DID ask my dorm-mates to help me out, but all they did was turn the water on, and suggest I call maintenance... -_-;
Now I think the little fellow is either GONE, drained down, or he is not coming out and is slowly dying from being in there...
And yes, I am STILL despairing over my dumb mistake of NOT making sure no little creature was living in that shell... Can't help it, I don't like it when something living has to die from what I did...
Experienced learned, but oh god... *double facepalms and wallows*
I went to a beach that was about 5 blocks from my school for my Ecology of Water project, and while looking around and recording various things over there (plus wandering all over the place to see anything interesting in the waters), I saw a huge seashell sitting in the water, no indication of a gastropod (a spineless-slug, basically) occupying the shell.
My temptation of collecting seashells knows no bounds, as I thought it was NICE to get a huge and 'perfect' spiral shell (a True Tulip, as I later identified it) for the first time after always getting tiny spiral ones to medium-sized bivalve (clam-type) ones! I grab a stick, and drag it towards me, and carry it with me all the way back to the school. Dinner was already starting, so I thought that just rinsing it and getting rid of the sand would just do it.
Well, little did I know that while doing this, I did not know that something small was already occupying the shell...
As soon as I turned the hot water on, and began rinsing it in the sink, out popped a small gray-bluish crab which scared me that I turned the water off immediately, and ran out of the bathroom. Inching a little bit to look, the crab was trying to right itself, and then proceeded to look at me really angrily...
Then, trying to be helpful, I tried to put the little guy in a jar, and thinking about running all the way back to the beach (or, dumping him in the Bayou, which I REALLY did NOT want to do...), but the little guy just CRAWLED into the drain, with the gross-gunk that the sink plug somehow got stuck with from the previous occupants...
Long story short, tried to get him out, couldn't because he was stubborn, or... well, I DID ask my dorm-mates to help me out, but all they did was turn the water on, and suggest I call maintenance... -_-;
Now I think the little fellow is either GONE, drained down, or he is not coming out and is slowly dying from being in there...
And yes, I am STILL despairing over my dumb mistake of NOT making sure no little creature was living in that shell... Can't help it, I don't like it when something living has to die from what I did...
Experienced learned, but oh god... *double facepalms and wallows*