Popeye the Crab

While we were in Oregon, Dad went and bought himself a fresh crab. And you may be thinking that we could have brought it home and added it to our list of pets (at least that's we all told him he should do with it). But no, the real reason was simply that he wanted to eat it. So he brought it into the house and it lived in the kitchen sink for a little while, while we went out and did some more shopping.

We couldn't help naming him "Popeye" for the short while that we had him. He'd sit quietly in the sink and we'd freak each other out by going in and quickly tapping him on his back. He'd fling himself up and once or twice he flipped completely over onto his back. I only wish I had a video of Dad trying to turn poor Popeye back over, with all his legs and pincers flailing everywhere!
Everyone wanted to get a good look at him before Dad cooked him.

And here we say farewell to Popeye. We all avoided the kitchen while Dad took all the steps necessary to cook him. But in all fairness, he didn't taste half-bad.