Heather was an estate agent who kept Hermit Crabs as pets in her office both as a distraction and as a reminder about the vagaries of the real estate business.
In their natural environment, Hermit Crabs patiently queue for the perfect home. Sometimes up to twenty will hang around waiting for their next shell to be vacated. They prefer previously hollowed out, remodeled, shells because they are lighter to carry and the hollowing out process of carving out the interior and releasing their helpful chemicals exhausts our intrepid house hunter. Shells can last for generations, passing from one crab to the next even after snails move on to other areas. Occasionally, Hermit Crabs fight with one another to win the perfect shell.
Thus it was for Heather’s clients – queuing for the perfect home, preferring a home that someone else had remodeled, looking to inherit from those at the top of the list, fighting it out with another interested party, queuing when the chain broke…
Things were ramping up again now the annual festivities were over and eager clients were ready to pounce on her next release. In the past she, and her team, had phoned potential clients to encourage interest in available properties but now all she had to do was take photographs, pop them on the website along with floorplans and descriptions and press send. Not even a “fixer-upper” was a hard sell these days – an open viewing later, job done. Clients fighting it out was an added bonus. Everyone was looking for their next carapace. Heather just sat back, watched Hermit Crabs and waited for the commission to roll in.