Here's the photo from this weekend's long run:
It's a fucking CRAWFISH. Waddling its merry little lobster-ass along the sidewalk I was running on. At first I thought it was a scorpion, even though we really don't see a lot of those here. Then again, we really don't see a lot of crawfish, either. I'm thinking he was exceedingly lost.
He thought he was pretty badass, too. I thought he'd scuttle away, but the second I stopped to take his picture, he was all up in his little judo-chop position, ready to kick my ass. I didn't tell him that I ate several of his siblings for dinner about two days before.
Told you I see strange stuff on my runs.
They're odd looking things aren't they?
I remember years ago, I was a receptionist at a little country motel with a restaurant attached. I'd remarked to the guys in the kitchen that I'd never seen a crayfish before. A month or so later I was working in the office part of reception (so couldn't see the main part). I heard the door chime so came out - to about 5 crayfish wandering around the counter!
Hehe they'd run in, dumped them and then ducked down behind the counter. It was very funny, I must admit :D
Posted by: caramaena | 06/07/2007 at 05:04 AM