ahhhaaha so my crayfish took a fucking walk yesterday. he didn’t used to be able to get out of the tank but since his last molt, I guess he’s grown the reach to do it. This is funny only in retrospect now that I know he’s fine.
He passed both dogs as they slept in order to traverse the living room, then cruised down the hall and under the door INTO THE BEDROOM. he’s the first tank I say hi to in the morning and when I saw he was gone I tore apart the whole apartment looking for him. Ultimately, my gf located him behind our laundry basket, dusty and completely ungrateful for the rescue.
Now his tank is covered in Saran Wrap while I figure out if I should rescape or cut a very complicated custom glass lid. Lesson learned.










