Tickling Lobster -

Some creatures are not meant to be boiled—only befriended, briefly, on the threshold of a joke.

We ate noodles instead.

The lobster lay on the counter, antennae twitching, claws banded but somehow still dignified. I was supposed to plunge it into boiling water. Instead, I hesitated. tickling lobster

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