The Successor!

Tic Tac has chosen a new, cooler shell! FINALLY. The day after I moved home Jessie was piddling around in the laundry room when I hear "Hannah..... I think he's dead...." I jumped up to go see what had happened to Mr. T. It looked like he had literally exploded out from his shell. There was a big claw over there, a little claw over here and a bunch of leg pieces in between. Literally exploded. Boom.

I decided to finish my breakfast before cleaning up the carnage but when I went to lift his shell out I discovered him tucked up all nice and cosy inside! He'd just shed his skin (I had no idea what that would look like... I think I was picturing something more along the lines of a snake skin, you know, an intact clear version of the same little critter, huddled in the corner with the real Tic Tac staring at it, perhaps with a bit of surprise written on his little feelers). But no, these looked like what's left on your plate when you eat crab.

Anyway, the day after that he chose a new shell! Dad was piddling around in the laundry room (it seems like someone's always in there, judging from this post) and he noticed that Tic Tac had crawled on top of another shell and was sizing it up by reaching his little arms around it, definitely casing the joint. About ten minutes later I went to check on him and he'd moved into his new home. Pretty cool if you ask me, especially after weeks of not really seeing him move, or do anything.