Still alive and appendages are still intact - generally.
Sadly, BLT (the Wrasse's new name - you know, Bin Laden the Terrorist) has eaten all of the hermits except the two big ones I've had for a long time - they're about 2" big so I wonder if he's just not interested in the big ones.
If I feed him about three times a day, he'll generally let them be but not he follows me back and forth in the tank when I walk by. It's eery. He knows me. And frankly, I think he knows the trauma he's inflicted. His leisure swims back and forth in the tank or more a taunt than anything else.
All that said, his time is coming. I should be receiving the benzocaine this week and it'll be off to fishy dreamland for him.
In other news, I consulted a friend who is an internist at UCSF and mentioned my story to her when we had lunch. I asked if there would be permanent scarring or if I should get a cosmetic surgery consult. When she finally stopped laughing, she assured me it would be perfectly fine after the scab.
Sure, y'all laugh, but one of you lucky reef participants will be receiving a Wrasse in their tank shortly.