Well, he’s still alive. We’re on day six now.
Had another tense moment last night when he went naked again. But I think that may have been my fault. When I re-shelled him the day before, I might not have had him in there properly. He slipped right out and streaked across the tank.
Cue me trying to round him up and get him back into a shell.
He was surprisingly agile and evaded me. Then he tried to put on a shell three times too small, got his big pincer stuck in it, and then rolled around till he could get free. Which would have been hilarious if it wasn’t all so dire.
Thankfully, after that he managed to reshell himself this time. Into the same shell I had put him in, actually. So, major sigh of relief.
He put himself in there far more solidly, so that’s a good sign too. He’s been doing it his whole life, I expect he knows better than I how to stuff his butt in there.
Still not moving much, but he’s not hiding in the cocohut now. I’ve got him set up with easy access to food and water within reach. I’m not sure he’s eating or drinking when I’m not around, but I hope he is.
I handfed him again tonight and today, unlike yesterday, he ate a little. Even held the q-tip with the honey between his claws so he could ‘lick’ at it. That seems like a good sign, too.
I don’t know, though. I’m still not getting my hopes up too high. But if he does survive till tomorrow, I’ve decided to give him a name. I was originally going to call him “Muir,” but I don’t think that’s fitting enough. I need to think up a name more appropriate to his situation and story.
I’ll have to think on it. If he makes it past tomorrow. I hope he makes it past tomorrow.
