Lobster Stalker

Keep a close eye on your shellfish everyone. There's a lobster stalker on the loose. It all started a few weeks ago when Maggie and I were shopping at Wal-Mart. She was whining about bananas or something so I distracted her with the live lobster tank (poor lobsters - not even good enough for the Whole Foods lobster tank, they are stuck in Wal-Mart). She was entranced. We had to circle the tank twice and say "bye-bye" to all the lobsters AND promise to come see them again soon. Then earlier this week we were at Sam's Club purusing the meat area and Maggie found a freezer case full of frozen lobster tail. The lobsters were sleeping. And we had to go and visit them about four times... freakin' frozen lobster tails, not even full lobsters. THEN today! We were at the pool and there was a guy dressed up in a giant lobster costume. That guy must have thought we were nuts. We spent about three hours at the pool and a solid hour of that time was spent in front of the giant lobster, or en route to the giant lobster, or spying on the lobster from about twenty feet away. Oh, and now that I'm thinking about it - when we were on vacation last winter in the Carribean Maggie gobbled up Jason's Lobster Bisque at lunch one day (because what one and a half year-old doesn't love Lobster Bisque), and for her first Halloween at about seven months-old her costume was a lobster. Spooky.