Yesterday was a rather miserable day, weather-wise, with a thick, grey cloud cover all day … drizzle on and off. Just as the sun was about to set, it was as if a big rift tore the cloud cover apart, and we got this warm, pink light for a brief moment. McDuff jumped up on a table and sat there, gazing at the sunset. I made an attempt to catch that lovely light in his fur, but as soon as I tried to sneak up on him, he jumped down. All I got was this, he’s hardly visible. 😞
We went out to buy lobster. They’re on sale because Mothers Day is coming up. $5,99 live, but he buys the cooked version. My husband loves his lobster, and I don’t, so he’ll get to keep them all to himself.
I read somewhere, that lobster have something … some kind of enzyme called telomerase … so nobody knows how old they can really get, if they weren’t killed … that the lobster would be immortal. This was circulating around the Web. In our grocery store, someone had even printed that text out, and put it on the lobster tank. I think it was there I read it the first time. Looking it up now though, it turns out lobsters aren’t immortal … they die too, just like us, but they can get rather old. Researchers have a hard time determining their age, but a 54-year-old female had been found in France. They can get very large too. One was caught in Nova Scotia in 1977, weighed 44 pounds, six ounces and measured 3.5 feet in length.
And here is a furry lobster I found and saved from the web a few years ago — just because it was cute. It was long time ago — I don’t remember at all what the news article said about it.