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TODAY in history:

Today, 4 years ago, my first pet died. Yes. It died. Horribly.

My first pet was a yabby. A yabby is a kind of mutated blue lobster-like thing. No wait. It is a lobster. Only its blue. And its called a yabby. No no no. ITs a SUB-SPECIES of the lobster, yeah. A real lobster would be red or black. However, there ARE BLUE lobsters, but the chances of a lobster being blue is 1 in 10 000 000. ALL yabbys are blue. That's why they're not called lobsters. I hope you get me. And btw he was 3 inches long.

I kept the little guy in a tiny container (12cm x 18cm) and i guess he got fed up of the tiny container. The morning before the day he died, he had shed his skin (call it a shell if you might).
(Lobsters and snakes shed their skins) That night i forgot to cover the container of the little guy. I went to bed. Apparently, what that guy did was that he jumped out of the container. Quite literally. And what's more, the container was on top of my TV. Its like you jumping out of a 10 storey building. AND he didnt die!
HE crawled to my bedroom, which for him is like a mile away, went under my bed, and died from the lack of water. WOW.
The next morning, i woke up for school and i wanted to look at him, like i did every morning. Then i saw he was missing. So frantically, i searched, but i couldnt find him. I went to school. Could'nt pay attention. I came back, and found my mom had found it. As expected, the little invertibrate (it means 'no backbone') had died. UNDER MY BED. It was like he wanted to kill me. I was downcast. First pet. Died. Not even 2 months since i bought him. Myself. For $2. But i got over it. My dad got me 2 authentic lobsters next. Both of them died. Arh! I hate myself for that. I'm never keeping invertebrates again..