Lobster Bitch IV: Vertical Disintegration

This lobster thing really has legs. Lots of spindly, shell-encrusted legs. News of the Crusta-Stun caught the fancy of the folks at Read Express, which appears to be the Washington Post's version of Sidekick. But still. And the good news is that it moved someone to post directions on how to catch your own damn lobsters. Not sure how Florida-specific these advices are, but likely not a bad idea to assume that professional lobsterers will be armed. Also, while the FLA locale may make it tempting, do not hold your lobsters indefinitely, without trial, in nearby Guantanamo Bay. Because that would be cruel. On a brighter note, this is an endeavor that a) allows you to use an implement called a tickle stick, and b) takes officious grocery chains right out of the equation. As a Friday treat, an homage to sustainability from Husker Du.*

*Apollogies for the WMA snippet instead of the full mp3, but  my copy of New Day Rising is analog, natch. And, I know--umlauts. Can't be arsed to figure out the code just now.

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[Wendy]

Thanks for taking note of my HowTo! This is a spiffy blog you've got here. I imagine the directions would work in any locale, I just don't have catching experience outside the south florida/keys area.