rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

It's a sad day today. Last night, a lobster died in my kitchen. I hear that this happens to most of California's visitors from Maine. If this lobster was typical, then they are fighters. Despite having been put in the freezer for several minutes before going into the pot (it's supposed to calm them down,) he resisted his fate with surprising vigor. Some of his resistance might have been no more than reactions of his autonomic nervous system, but it was certainly unnerving for me. Despite the tastiness of lobster, I don't think I'd want to kill one again.

It reminded me of how resistant my various cats have been to being put into cages for trips to the vet, and all they were facing was a car ride and maybe a vaccination or two. I can imagine how distraught they would be if I tried to stuff them into a pot of boiling water. On the other hand, a cat would probably be easier to eat than a lobster, since their meat wouldn't have to be removed from a tough shell. Not that I'm considering eating any cats. I'd be willing to eat a lobster again, but would probably do so only if somebody else cooked it.

Despite the time spent mourning for the crustacean, the day was pleasant, being warm and breezy with scattered leaves. There will be a couple more days of mildness, and then it will begin to cool off again. The long, inevitable decline toward winter is underway, and I'm not looking forward to it. The rain it brings will be welcome, as long as there's not too much of it, and I don't mind one or two snowstorms, but I could do without the months of cold, or the grey brevity of the days. Winter would be enjoyable if it were shorter, but it's like a party guest who arrives too early and just doesn't know when to leave. Winter should arrive about Christmas, spend most of the next two months sitting quietly in a corner, then be out the door by the first of March. And would the occasional sunny smile be too much to ask?

Anyway. There's leftover lobster to prepare for dinner. RIP, little sea creature. You did not die in vain.
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