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Ha! A little fighter, he is!

Once, while in a restaurant in Savannah, Georgia
I ordered a fabulous seafood platter.
But the crayfish still had their black eyes
and everything else in tact.
I couldn't eat them.
In fact, I threw a small napkin over that section
of the platter so I didn't have to see those
black eyes staring up at me.

I don't know why I had no problem tearing
the tails off the huge jumbo shrimp
and scarfing them down like a sumo wrestler.

I love middle eastern food, Liv.
Stuffed grape leaves are delish to me.

But I have to pass on eating the eyes of anything.
Just my issue, I know.