I scrubbed the walls of the aquarium free of algae, leaving a tiny bit for the snails to eat while it grew back. And the hermits hurried over to watch me through the clean glass. One even startled when I walked across the room too quickly.
|Hairy hermit, Pagurus hirsutiusculus. Their eyes are in shades of green and brown.|
|Grainy hand hermit, Pagurus granosimanus. Freshly molted. And they have red eyes.|
As time goes on, their colours are dimmed, covered with algae and grunge caught on their hairy or bumpy legs. The shells turn dark. When they molt, they show up again fresh and bright. I bring them new, clean shells, and they accept them gladly.
|Another grainy hand hermit, also freshly molted.|
|Because I'm sitting in her chair.|