I ate a real life lobster the other day. It entered my home alive, after enjoying a trip in a plane all the way from Nova Scotia. He and his brothers and sisters were sold at the airport. Apparently this particular lobster narrowly avoided being lobsternapped from Michelle's dad mid-stopover in Calgary!

After a harrowing cross-continental journey, he arrived at my place, and was promptly boiled alive. He was then torn to pieces by moi, his little leg section rent asunder from his body (see photo), after which he entered my guts dipped in butter. How's that for broadening the mind?

(Michelle took some photos, as did I.)