Reminds me of my old crayfish, Sylvester. After I went fishing with a friend and her dad without permission, my parents had Sylvester, my only catch of the day, preserved in a jar. He stayed on the shelf above my bed for years. When I look back on it, that was a really weird punishment. Check out Andrew's blog, too.
Excellent, and I bet he smells better than Sylvester did too . . .
ReplyDeleteThat's awesome, and yet at the same time, rather creepy. Reminds me of the Darwin Centre in London.
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