April 18, 2010

• Wildlife

  This morning a friend brought us a sizeable bag of live crawfish.  Liza was here, and she was quite taken with the creatures.  At first she didn’t want to look at them, and she said they were disgusting (“disgusting” being a new vocabulary word for this week).  We put the crawfish in the kitchen sink to purge them, and they became quite lively.  Liza was fascinated by this turn of events.  At first she stood across the room from the sink, but she gradually got closer and closer.  I put a few on the counter, and they crawled around as I played with them.  One of them crawled back into the sink, and she wanted me to make the others crawl back in, too.  We played with the crawfish for a good half hour, and by the time she lost interest in them she was almost to the point that she would pick one up.  Beth eventually cooked the crawfish, and she peeled some for Liza.  She ate them as her afternoon snack, and she loved them.

  

  I hope Liza always remembers her adventure with the crawfish, but she probably won’t.  She called them “crawlfish,” and I’ll always remember that.

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