And the carnage.
But before they gave their lives we exercised them.
We've been racing lobsters since back in the day in
Turns out Ken and Lory were
familiar with the practice too.
There was only one female in the bunch
(the red roe tells you that)
and my suspicions lie with the one who went backwards
and foamed at the "mouth".
A local service agency does this "fly in"
as a fundraiser every year.
Mike and I did it one year for our anniversary.
And then we "biked the drive."
We were way younger then.
This year we just ate lobster.
With good friends.
Turns out he prefers a good steak.
Or salad, but that's another story.