Steve was our pet lobster.
Well, sort of.
What happened was that we had our friends T. and D. coming to visit. They talked about taking a bath in our big jacuzzi tub. New Dude was like nope, cannot do that, it where our pet lobster Steve lives.
They didn't believe us and New Dude didn't want to be a liar so he went to Kroger and bought Steve.
He, however, filled the sink instead of the tub.
T. and D. arrived a bit later than expected and Steve died while waiting. We still left them to find him. Their screams were fantastic.
Since we were going to eat Steve after our little joke, this was now not possible. When lobsters die normally they released toxins into their body. There go, no dinner.
New Dude and I did not want to waste Steve, so we put him in a bowl, filled it with water and put him in the freezer. If we couldn't eat him we were going to shoot Steve.
Well, Steve, ended up living, kind of, in our freezer for over a year. We kept forgetting to bring him to the farm where we going shooting. One time we pulled him out and forgot to bring him with us. He was in a trash bag and still frozen when we got back. It was a very scary thing because we were afraid the house might have smelled like rotting fish.
We had one more scare when we lost power for 24 hours.
Well, on Thanksgiving of 2015 we finally remembered to bring Steve with us.
You will be missed Steve.
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