Where's Kirby?

is not a question you want your two year old asking you when you have a hermit crab pet named Kirby. Yet this is an honest to God true story. Miss Ariel left Kirby's container down where Clarity could get it. Appearently Clarity let Kirby wander. Wonderful. So here I am.. my cleaning mission thrown completely out the window. I am on a new hunt. Find Kirby. Watch where you step. Don't smash Kirby. Have mercy! I am searching everywhere to no avail. I'm harping at Ariel (who is wandering around the house crying for Kirby) that she shouldnt have left him down and why can't we have any pets without a disaster happening? The crab is nowhere. I can't even hear him walking.. so my thoughts.. he's dead somewhere. During this fiasco I see Clarity has spilled chocolate milk on her bed. She's not allowed to even drink in her room! ugh I'm fuming and ready to send my kiddos to boot camp! All of a sudden I hear Ariel praying. Please God let us find Kirby. Let him be alive. Let him be okay. Please God show me where he is. I'm sorry. I love him. In Jesus' name we pray. Amen. Oh no. My mission has new meaning. He HAS to be found. I tell God.. I hope you come through with this. She's asking you. All of a sudden even though I had looked three or four times... I get a feeling to look under their bed. So I peer and way back in the corner, sits Kirby. THANK YOU GOD!! He's alive but he's pissed. He has his claw out and won't come out of his shell. I hurry and put him back in his sand haven. Then I start talking to him. Yes, I'm talking to a crab. I'm calling him in a little high pitched voice that always gets him to come out. It takes a minute, but he comes crawling out of his shell. So this ordeal is over with but I have a headache. I still have to scrub Clarity's mattress.. grrr. But first I think I'm going to take Jesse up on his offer to go get out of the house. I might run to "junk mart" (walmart without the grocery store. This is Ariel's name for it). I'll probably end up taking the kids even though this is my chance to get away. I'm a sucker like that.