The hermit crabs have made a journey to my desk on the main floor. . .they have been in Tibble's room. I hate them. They scare me and they chirp. My concern, although they do not harbour any communicable diseases, they are in a warm and moist environment. I would rather that they are in a more open area, and not in her small compact room. It was one of my thoughts about her malaise. She has always been a problem at restaurants, at the Kings Buffet, she ate a copious amount, and then was ill, prior to paying the bill. At East Side Mario's she ate a burger, and the same thing happened. She was born lactose intolerant, but has since grown out of it to a point. We allow it in moderation, and she seems fine with it. This does not seem to be a lactose problem, I can't even correlate it with a lactose problem. So we shall see what transpires tomorrow. After seeing the worms and stuff on Oprah, I think I want some blood tests done on her. Not to say that she has worms, but she has frequented farms, and although I tell her to wash her hands, you just never know what kind of a bug you can pick up.