...the honey-heavy dew of slumber . . .

It's early again. Another night with early rising and wide open eyeballs. Usually when this happens for me, it means that something is coming. Another change to swiftly take hold with no indication other than, what some would call, insomnia. Go with the flow...and take it as it comes.

So in my reading tonight, I kept hearing this sound next to my desk. At first, I thought it was the cats; fiddling with something that may have fallen. A gentle knocking against the side while they tried to grasp it with their paw. Although, when I looked, there was nothing there and they were curled in various places about the house. Hmmmm. Ok. Maybe it was just the shifting of a cable underneath from my disturbance so early. But then...I heard it again. A few moments passed...and again. I am thinking, well, maybe there is something in my pen cup on my desk. A really huge spider perhaps...no. It was now really getting me interested at what might be making this sound. It was deliberate. Nothing accidental. I searched all around my desk until I heard it again and could pinpoint the location. It was on the kitchen bar, which sits close to my desk. Aha!

The hermit crabs. I have never seen these things move. I feed them, yes. But to see them actually eat...drink...is a non existent sort of thing. They are just a couple of pretty shells that sit in this aquarium. If one were to look upon it, they would most likely think "When are you going to put something in there?". "Ah! But look closely Daniel-san...What is not visible to the eye is visible to the believer!" (ok sorry it is early and my mind is a weird thing)

So anyway...I am now fascinated to see this particular crab function.(It's name is Crabby Patty cause it is the smaller of the two. Yes two. The other is named Mr. Crabs...because...it is bigger. *shrugging* We have two, cause hermit crabs don't like to be alone. Go figure...I don't get it either.) This little crab is trying to scale a sleek piece of plastic. Meaning, it's house. (Yes, hermit crabs like to have house's as well, which, again, makes no sense since they live in a shell. It is all very contradictory, this existence of hermit crabs.) He is trying so hard to get to the top of this structure. Climbing, almost reaching the top and then....back down to begin again. I have no idea what he is going to do when he gets to the roof. Perhaps the sheer satisfaction that he is there will be enough. But then...how to get back down? A complete freefall one can only presume.

I understand it's feeling. Making it to that corner, that edge, and not sure how to maneuver it to make the destination. Poor guy....it has my absolute empathy.

Which ya know, only leads me to yet another thing. The family pet. Most of us have one...or a few. I happen to have 2 cats, 5 fish and the crabs. The crabs weren't my idea...gifted to my daughter the past couple weeks. The cats? Well I think I have mentioned Sophia before. A pretty, petite, kitten-esque calico, that well...sluts around the neighborhood. And then there is Ted. A fluffy black and white male with a perfect 90 degree angle in his tail. Not a "tom" anymore..if you get my idea. Ted weighs about 20 pounds. I haven't weighed him lately, and he hasn't been in for his check-up as yet, but I am guessing it is more than that. The cat is huge and extremely needy. He is always begging for some sort of attention. Either a sweet gesture or hardy rub down his back. The mere look at him incites a purr that rivals a Harley with no muffler.

Ok..so now I have strayed from my intended path of thought...again. I think I will just save it for another time and move on to something constructive within my home.

Adieu