While in Maine we noticed a lobster boat working the green and pink buoys far below us. When the boat checked the lobster trap nearest us I started snapping pictures and the lobsterman suddenly held up part of his catch for us.
We decided to visit a local lobster pound and Deborah, Christopher, and I sampled the local favorite – Treah and Susan decided to abstain.
Deborah and Christopher dove right in.
And Deborah, being the trooper, dove in first and led the way.
But Treah seemed to be saying “Ewwww – This does not look like anything we call food back home!”

One Response to “Lobstering”

  1. Deborah Says:

    hehe, I was doing fine until I saw the tentacles

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