If you see life from somethings point of view, it can become sad. Like hermit crabs. From what I understand, they lead 2 types of lives.
Born in the wild, living by the ocean. Its pretty and nice there. You find little bits of food and crawl around in the sun and sand. When your house gets small, you find a new house. That’s not always easy, but you deal, you be a meanie and beat up another crab to steal its house for yourself. If you win, you get a new house, if not, you keep going and try again on another crab. Then one day, you’re just crawling around, being happy, and a seagull comes along, picks you up, next thing you’re flying through the air, your shell smashes open, and the seagull tears you to pieces.
I’m not quite sure where a pet hermit crab comes from, if they’re bred or caught. So you have your little habitat, and depending on your owner, this could be quite luxurious or bare minimum. From what I’ve seen, most people go with the minimum, a little sand, a water bowl, a tiny carry around type aquarium. You crawl around in safety, eating your little hermit crab food bits, drinking in your little bowl, maybe you even survive long enough to grow into a new shell, that would be pretty fancy since you’re a novelty pet. Sadly, over time, and not much time, you slow down, because you aren’t properly cared for, this isn’t your natural habitat, and you slowly dry up, essentially asphyxiating because of the lack of humidity for your gills and your ability to breathe properly, a tiny suffering little shell gasping for air until you curl into the tiniest ball you can make yourself, and die.
Now you’re sad. Go get a brownie. Brownies cure everything, well, except diabetes. Brownies do not cure diabetes, so don’t eat them if you have diabetes (I’m looking at you Paula Dean).
If you’re not sad, your heart is probably a dried up little walnut.