So the crab was huddled in the corner and the other one was walking along ,so I thought, as I walked by, "I wonder if that crab is even alive?" I try to never even look cause it usually gets me in trouble. But this time I looked. So I ease the lid up and get a spoon and roll the crab over. He just lies there with his claw sticking out and everything. Nothing. So I ever so gently poke the claw with the spoon. Nothing. So I poke a little bit harder. Still Nothing. So just a weeee bit harder and wahm! OH MY GOD! He latched onto the spoon and as a reflex I jerked my arm out of the cage,crab still attached and slung that sucker clear across the room! Lord have mercy. So then I have to go retrieve him, thinking I had killed him for sure. But no way am I gonna pick him up cause hes probably mad by now...........anyway so I go back to the kitchen and get a coffee cup and when I get back hes gone! For a crab that I thought was dead , he sure moves fast , I'm thinking, as I look around desperately for my shoes. Well, I find the crab, take the spoon and rake him into the coffee cup and pour him out in the cage. Then I wonder if I'll think about him, everytime I try to drink out of the cup. I realize that I'm sweating. If that crab dies in the next couple days , I ain't saying nothing. One thing I will tell you is this: If the damn snake stops moving , he can lay there till he rots. I ain't poking him!