The alpha crawfish, shortly before his roiling demise on Saturday night. He somehow managed to escape while the dogs and I were down at the dock, and Gilligan was duly terrified of him when he found the giant mudbug scuttling along the kitchen floor.
But then who am I to be critical of poor Gilligan. I’m holding that killer mudbug with a pair of tongs in this photo …
We did the full boil, complete with corn and red potatoes, hush puppies and catfish. Then Herb, Glenbot and I retreated to the basement for a zombie night that was invaded by vampires and capped with the ultimate zombie epic, Cemetery Man.
Somehow, ripping the heads of crawfish seemed the perfect prelude to zombie night …