I have spent my entire evening trying to create a new hermit crab treat and honestly? I think the crabs are judging me.
There is flour on my shirt, petals in my hair, five mixing bowls in the sink, and one hermit crab pressed against the glass like he’s watching Gordon Ramsay’s Hermit Crab Kitchen Nightmares.
I keep telling myself “this is normal, this is fine,” while I test yet another batch that either crumbles instantly or sticks to the spoon like edible glue. Meanwhile, the crabs are acting like tiny food critics waiting for me to present the next course.
But listen — the house smells like a flower meadow, I’m this close to getting the texture right, and if these gremlins approve it, it might just become a real product.
Anyway, that was my night. Send thoughts, prayers, and maybe a dishwasher. 🌿🦀✨