When I was a kid, growing up in New England, my parents would occasionally get live lobsters from the grocery store. My dad would always let me play with them before dinner. It always made me so sad when it was time for them to die, and to this day my parents bring up one particular night that I was begging them, “you can’t kill them, they’re my friends!” It’s a fun story for them, but it probably traumatized the fuck out of me.
When I was a kid, growing up in New England, my parents would occasionally get live lobsters from the grocery store. My dad would always let me play with them before dinner. It always made me so sad when it was time for them to die, and to this day my parents bring up one particular night that I was begging them, “you can’t kill them, they’re my friends!” It’s a fun story for them, but it probably traumatized the fuck out of me.
Lol I grew up in NE and hated this. I don’t even like lobster now and never have.
Please just leave the sea bugs in the ocean thanks.