Cooking Carl

Last night the boys went fishing down by the lake.

They didn't come back with any fish, but they did come back with Carl. 

Carl the Crawdad.

We have had many critters around here lately including some pack rats that they dubbed- Charlie, Stanley and Fred.

We all agreed that the name of the next critter would be Carl.

I wasn't expecting it to be a crawdad, but I like the alliterative effect. 

They were determined to eat Carl.

So they went on the Internet, looked up how to cook a crawdad and put water on to boil.

We dropped him in alive- he didn't scream like a lobster- thank goodness!

We boiled him for four minutes.

It was all very simple.

They thought Carl smelled mighty tasty.

We thought he should have an additional bath of butter.

And then he was devoured.

Taken apart bit by bit by little boys.

Here are the remnants of Carl the Crawdad.

He was much like a little lobster.

I told the boys they'll have to catch more next time. 

Carl was a bit difficult to share with his tiny tail and claws.

I may not give you fancy crafts to try here on my blog, but with these four boys, there will always be adventure.