July 11, 2007

Crayfisher I am not

David and I spent the weekend on lovely Lake Geneva, Wisconsin. I tried crayfish hunting for the first time. The water was clear and the perfect temperature for snorkeling. I was getting the hang of turned over rocks and scaring the little lobstrosities out of their hiding spots, but when they turned and faced me with their giant pinchers up (or "paws" as Gordon likes to call them), I was too scared to grab them. I think they were catching on, because after a fruitless 30 mins of finding but not catching, one crayfish that I uncovered didn't even try to run. He just stared me in the eye with a little smirk on his lobster lips. As I walked away, I heard the sound of crawfish guffaws that had been carried to the to the lake's surface in tiny crawdaddy bubbles that burst as they reached the water's surface.

I came out of the water to find Elise on the dock playing with 2 very large crayfish, one in each of her little 4-year-old hands. I'll get 'em next time!