SON OF A....

In the middle of a super rush at work yesterday, my husband calls me with the wonderful news that stupid Zoidberg got out of the stupid crabitat through a stupid hole in the stupid lid. Luckily, his journey did no apparent damage, and everyone's accounted for (except Roscoe, who I pray is just down molting/destressing), so yeah, that was okay.
Well, today I came downstairs to change into my workout clothes to see Hawthorne, my male rug, ontop of a jade turbo. Okay, i thought, he's just changing shells, then i realized that it was an occupied jade turbo -- the favorite home of my female rug (and my absolute favorite crabbie)! He had a death grip on her leg trying to yank her out. I lifted them out, trying to think of a way to seprate them with out hurting either one. Poor Kiki was bubbling and "chirping" (which sounded more like a creaking). In desperation, i was about to drop them in a cup of dechlorinated water when i noticed Hawthorne released KIki's leg and had a grip on her shell, at which point I tugged on him lightly and he came away from her.
Kiki's leg is damaged but functional. On the bright side, now she's up from molting (a beautiful dark charcol color with a hint of blue, BTW). I'm just hoping Hawthorne didn't traumatize her too much *crosses fingers*.