My friend owns a restuarant, and one day he gave me a live lobster. I had it at home in a small tub. It became alomost like a pet. I named him "Pinchy". I grew quite fond of Pinchy. But I couldn't keep him at home in that small tub and I just didn't have the heart to drop him in a pot of boiling water. So I took him to the woods and set him free.
Are you sure you didn't run him a hot bath one night, and accidently cook him? I can just imagine a group of stoned kids hiking on a trail one day and seeing a lobster cross their path. What was that man? I don't know man, I must be trippin...
hahah yeah, what a trip. It's a monster! Ahhhh! But see... how long would a lobster survive in the forest? Those creatures belong in the sea.
I was hoping this was how the story turned out. *sobs* Pinchy would have wanted it this way. *sniff* *dips tail in butter*
I have never found a lobster in "the bush" ..... but I don't think I'd keep it as a pet if I did. Okay, maybe I would.