Scurvy Summer

Happy July to you fools, I hope your summer festivities are going along better than mine.  I would never wish this kind of suffering even on my enemies. Do I have enemies?  Alas, the rumors are true, I did have to go back in for a second round of surgery.  It was substantially more invasive than the last.  The surgeon had to cut into my hand again, scrape out all of the scar tissue I've accumulated in the past 3 weeks, pull out the first set of pins, re-break the bone, re-position the bone, add more screws, and sew me back up.  It looks better I think. It sure doesn't feel better.
If I thought I was a poor college student before, I am a REALLY poor college student now.
Now I've decided that the summer field school on the side of Mt. Rainier is not a good idea.  I've got at least 8 more weeks of physical healing and rehabilitation, and that says for nothing to my state of mental exhaustion.  Although sometimes I might not think I need it, I just want to take it easy for the rest of the summer break and maybe everything will be straightened out by the time classes start again in the fall.
Enough of that nonsense. Let's discuss my pet purchase plans.  My darling Gary died a few weeks ago.  He was a sweet salamander that I've had since he was a tiny tadpole with flowery external gills. See the video I made on the day I brought him home here.  Nonetheless, I have a fish tank now that I would very much like to put  some hermit crabs into.  I've done some research on crab care and I think this is just what I need.  These social butterflies like to live in groups, I think I'll get 3.  I'm going to gather a bunch of different sized shells and put some of my creativity to work for some crab-home decor.  I've got some name ideas but any of you can chime into my brainstorm if you think of something cool like 'Cthulhu' or 'Krusty' or 'Cap'n Teague.'