The Old, Grey Lady's got my crabs!?
Recently shucked some locally sourced oysters and found one harboring a stowaway.
Quite lively and not unlike a translucent sawagani ...
Intrigued, I dredged this reference up from 1893 ...
I assume that back when the NYC harbor pulled three tons of oysters/week, these critters, @ $1/pint, were quite the delicacy.
Steam? What? ... my new pet, please!
The poor beast seemed quite stunned by its rude eviction.
Oyster liquor appeared to invigorate ... some.
I knew what I had to do ... return it to the bosom of the sea.
Given proximity, this meant committing its tender pincers to the Gowanus ...
perhaps, someday, to breach the hoary banks and feast on lumber at our neighborhood Lowes.