Our rescued friend Krusty was always there, looking for food and hiding amongst the weeds and inside the old plastic cup in his tank. He was acompanied by 3 small goldfish friends who ate the algae off his old back. We shall always remember how when he molted that one last time, he lost a cheliped and part of a walking leg. He was a trouper, but he was never really the same after that. Yes, he irritated a couple of us from time to time by tap, tap, tapping his claws on the glass. Although he was spoiled, he provided us lots of entertainment when we hand-fed him his yummy earthworms. May he rest in peace.