HB is on a personal mission. He wants lobsters. He wants them NOW! And he's vexed because the lobsters he wants are living under the dock where my boat is parked. They live there, and you're really not supposed to harvest them unless you're a certain distance from shore. But they are (supposedly) easy pickings for anyone. Except HB.
He's tried and tried and TRIED to get at them. And they foil him at every turn. Every chance he gets, he goes over to the dock and peers underneath to see where they are. If the water is clear, he scopes out the whole underside of the dock, several hundred feet of it. Like a policeman doing a head count. And then he broods and plans how to bring them up. Never mind that the canal is rocky, probably full of bull sharks, which are notoriously aggressive, and other unkindly predators. He's already fallen off the dock once and scratched himself to hell. He's lucky that he didn't dislocate or break anything.
But it has become his own personal crusade.
Lobsters for lunch. Lobsters for dinner. Catching the wretched beasts. He's obsessed.
I don't understand. If you want them THAT much, go buy them. The prices are incredibly low this season.
Every hunter has his prey. And he's being bested by a brainless crustacean.
You can't pay for this kind of entertainment!!!
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"He's being bested by a brainless crustacean."
Still better then dealing with a brainless patient.
That's too funny! Why doesn't he bait some kind of trap? Or do they not crawl into them like crabs? Thanks for leaving such a nice comment on my blog about my MVA. Yes, I am very lucky that it wasn't much worse. I had my first chiropractor visit the other day and she found places that were hurting that I didn't know I had. I'm really glad to hear that you are going to NP school but hate that you have to leave Paradise to do it. When are you moving?
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