Tasty Morsel...NOT!

What is yours truly holding? What makes me grimace so? Nope, not some gi-normous Jurassic Park bug. Alas, it is a crawfish.

Uck.

I'd mentioned to a co-worker, who hails from Louisiana, how I don't do much seafood, except for shrimp. And that's about once every five years. Plus, I told her how an ex took me to Louisiana, and before we arrived at his Mom's, he stopped at some crawfish hut and bought a gazillion pounds of the stuff. I also told her I lost weight on that particular trip. But I did say, if she ever brought some, I would try crawfish....uh..

And did I mention, my dad used these suckers for bait?

I digress.

Well, yesterday was the day. There was a bowl of crawfish on the table. To me it looked liked a bunch of big and dead, waterbugs! They grossed me. I told my co-workers I wasn't playing--the site did gross me. The waterbu--er--the CRAWFISH, just were piled high. OMG. I figured, my sweet Daddy would be in hog heaven to fish with this much BAIT.

The look on my face is authentic. I washed my hands until my color came off. They had to crack one open for me. The sound made me gag. I ate the tail--or whatever part it is. OK--first taste was like shrimp. I thought I could handle it. Well, then the SALT taste rained in my mouth.

No thanks.

Yesterday, first and last taste of crawfish.

Maybe I oughta buy a fishing rod for myself as a birthday gift.

Tasty morsel?

Crawfish--not even close.