Tag Archives: driftwood

Green Fingers, Part 2

20 Jun

A few weeks ago, hubby had a huge and colorful air plant hanging on the frangipani tree in the garden. From that big fella, he harvested many little ones to create interesting displays on driftwood pieces or simply by themselves with just wires that he would bend with a plier. Like me with an activity interspersing painting with carving, he’s into cactus and air plant creations.

I ventured into the garden upon his insistence and lo and behold, a whole lot of them are hanging on the tree! The green fingers in him certainly makes the garden more interesting. And the tiny air plants sitting on wires are just as appealing indoors.

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Pablo Had Us Worried

5 Jun

The past few days, Pablo had us so worried. He seemed disconnected and hid in the pot all the time. Does not even flare his pincers whenever I check on him, just curls deeper into the back timidly.

We weren’t sure if he was preparing to moult but he looked weakened without eating anything for days. Possible hunger strike?

We had to do something. So last night, hubby decided to remove the pot and put the driftwood back, positioning it carefully so that that we can still have a clear view (in fact, better than the last time) and Pablo can still dig his trench. Immediately, Pablo’s behavior changed!

Thank goodness, he even managed to catch a prawn and gobbled it up and soon was back to his old feisty self. Phew! I think he missed the driftwood. His security blanket of sorts.

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Pablo is Not Happy

25 May

The past few days, the crustacean in the house is definitely not happy. Every time when I walk pass the little aquarium, the sullen fella is hiding beneath the driftwood from clear sight. Hubby’s also not happy that we cannot see Pablo, so he removed the wood and put back the pot cave, hoping with a less crowded aquarium, we can see him and vice versa.

And what does Pablo do? He digs a little trench beneath the pot and hides there from clear sight as well. Yesterday morning, I saw him inside the pot but head facing inside. We don’t know what he is sulking about, probably thinking of his freedom that time when he escaped.

He is not happy.