Lobsters, by the way, are so gross looking. They look like mutant cockroaches. Eew?
I couldn't believe that my father had managed to haul the lobster all the way home from the other side of the country, and that it was still breathing. I felt almost bad about putting him to his death, but after Dad cooked him and cracked open his claws for me to eat, I realized that it was not really so bad.