Killer Hermit Crab

My brother-in-law stopped by my house yesterday to visit the kids.  For some reason, he went upstairs to check out the hermit crab abode.  I heard a lot of giggling, and wondered what was going on.  Two minutes later, my brother-in-law came down with a hermit crab suspended between his index finger and thumb.

"What are you doing to that poor crab?" I asked.

"What am I doing with this crab?"  he said.  "He's a killer crab!  I'm going to boil him in a pot of water and then butter him up."

"Dude, he's just a crab.  A teeny tiny harmless crab."  I took the crab from him and let it crawl around in the palm of my hand.  "See, he's friendly."

My brother-in-law took the crab and put his fingers by its pinchers.  And what do you think happened?  Yep.  The crab pinched his finger.

"Ahhh!" shouted my brother-in-law as he shook the crab off his finger.  "See, I told you!  He's a killer crab!"

I shook my head.  "Dude, you're not going to boil him or use him for the secret ingredient in a Sponge Bob crabby patty. It's not his fault you're being stupid!" 

I rescued the poor little crab and carried him back to his abode.

Unbelievable!