Crawfish are tiny lobsters, and once a year 10,000 pounds of them get cooked on the parking lot of the Pier Restaurant in Memphis, during the annual crawfish boil. We went there last Sunday, to see strange contests – such as: lift as many (living) crawfish as you can from a bucket filled with water, using only… your teeth. I wonder what the Animal Liberation Front thinks about that – and of course to eat “mudbugs”, the more popular name for crawfish. It’s nasty eating, breaking them open, but oh so yummy. Everybody sitting in the sun on the bank of the Mississippi, watching the boats go by. Very simple, very perfect.

It was a very sunny day. That night we were both as red as those crawfish we ate. Revenge is theirs.