 | | | Subject: I the Murderer
Posted Sep 4, 2003 by blaue Augen
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 | | It started out innocently enough ... We were in the grocery store and I was showing the tank of lobsters (well, lobster, there was only one) to Mirabelle (my three year old daughter.) I mentioned that daddy likes lobster a lot! And so Mirabelle, being the sweetheart that she is, asked if we could buy it for him. Poor daddy often gets presents from the grocery store, but usually, they are not as good as a lobster. So I said yes, and away we walked with lobster. And then it started. Can he breath out of water? How long can he survive in the plastic bag? Does it bother him? So I hurried the rest of the shopping and returned home. Jason (daddy) was thrilled with the arrival of the lobster (as well as the steak that we had also purchased.) At my urging to not let the poor thing suffer any longer, we started dinner. Jason did his trick of standing the lobster on his head to get him to "fall asleep" while the water started to boil. "Fall asleep???" Who ever heard of such a thing??? And there he was on the counter and cute and lobstery, and I started to cry, careful to not let Mirabelle see. Jason, of course was prepared for this and just hugged me. Mirabelle was going on about wanting to feed the lobster some of her steak. Oh no, honey, the lobster can't eat steak because we are going KILL HIM AND EAT HIM! Oh yuck! I don't want any, she said. At least she had her priorities in the right place. I think she expected him to live in the fish bowl with the fish. So dinner was cooked, and I couldn't bear to be around for the actual death. But when we were finally sitting down to eat, there he was. Sitting on the plate look so proud of himself and smug and kind of angry and dead. And it was my fault! I bought him! I, the murdered, sat there staring at him. And that was it. I was ready to become a vegetarian again ... except the steak was too good. I did not eat the lobster.
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