She comes to work yesterday and hands me a cooler...inside...was Betty.
See, here is the thing. I love lobster. I really do. But i like them DEAD...NOT ALIVE. Who knows why i said that i liked it...and that i was willing to actually KILL this poor little guy. So of course, i said "OH THANK YOU!!! Yummy!!", trying to play cool. All day i was thinking about this thing, alive in this cooler. When i got in my car last night, i buckled Betty in...and drove home. At every light I'd make sure Betty was still alive. She really did look at me...and ask me to let her go!...and i felt terrible. :( Poor Betty. So, i drove straight to my uncles house (he was a chef at a restaurant)...and handed Betty over. "Please cook this for me".
He of course was like "sure! mmm, lobster." I had to sit outside for the next 1/2 hour, because i didn't want to hear her scream as she was slowly dying. Then, Betty came out with a sunburn. I couldn't possibly eat her. It was too sad. She was dead. And it was all my fault.
I don't know why, but i really don't like killing things. I mean, i am a meat eater, i love steak and i love ham and i love chicken...but i don't like to see it alive...let alone, KILL IT.
Does anyone ever make
Rest in Peace, Betty.