I’ve had a few traumatic experiences in life: the car door suddenly flying open while your mom is driving (the lock on the door was faulty), horror movies (my dad was an avid Freddie Crouger watcher), and wincing as I saw pictures of my Grandfather’s proud kills during hunting season.

Apparently I used to wince when being near a lobster tank when I was little.  Once my dad brought home lobster and as I crawled across the floor so did the lobster.

When I said I wanted to get some crabs, I didn’t think that statement through.

I felt really guilty pulling them apart.

I was remembering how Michael Pollan wrote about killing, seeing the picture of him next to his kill, and then cooking the kill.  I was thinking about how man really does have that instinct within, all logic, emotions, and knowledge aside.

Needless to say, I won’t relive the pulling apart crabs experience.  I’ll be honest in saying that I rather enjoy the occasional crab cake without thinking about how it got to my plate.