Saturday, July 08, 2006
Mutilation
"Aaaaaagh! It moves!!!"
I screamed hysterically, nearly dropping the crab. I had just picked it up when suddenly one of its legs twitched, jabbing my pinky. Crabs are dangerous, even when they are tied up. Never having seen crabs being killed before, I stayed to watch my dad do the dirty work, despite him having called me a sissy for being scared of SOMETHING THAT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD BUT MOVED ANYWAY.
He flipped the crab over onto its back, and reached for the knife and shoved it in the crab's backside. I felt something lurch... it wasn't the crab, it was my stomach. I mean how would you like it if something long and sharp were shoved up your rectum?
Black stuff started oozing out and covered the entire sink (at least it didn't spurt out) I could have sworn I heard a squeak, as suddenly the crab stopped flailing its pincers and hung there limp. My brother who had just witnessed the whole process, laughed evilly, like a maniac out of Saw II, and went back to his destructive devices.
I left, in somewhat a different manner, with my tongue hanging out of my mouth going, "oaeh... oaeh..." for the next five minutes. Thank goodness I'm allergic to crab.
Posted by Table at 12:31 PM