Lobster

Here's my story about the "lobster". It's a good thing I can laugh at myself. =)

Sunday morning Lee and I were getting ready for Church. I was drying my hair in our bathroom and Bentley came in and started pawing at my legs to get my attention. Usually whenever he does this, he wants to be held. So I turned off the dryer and reached down to pick him up, but he ran from me. So I figured he must want a treat. I proceeded to follow him into the bedroom and he immediately jumped on the bed with his tongue hanging out and laid down by this lobster on my bed. A real lobster, not a toy. ON MY BED! Of course it was dead, but I freaked out! Bentley was very proud of his catch and was trying to show it off, but I'm really freaking out because I don't want him to eat it plus it's on my BED!!

So I ran into the guest bathroom where Lee was taking a shower and starting yelling to him that there is a lobster on our bed and he was gonna have to deal with it because there was no way I was touching it. He didn't believe me! I know that it sounds so absurd that there was a lobster on our bed, but I promise that there was! It took a lot of convincing to get him out of that shower and he kept saying things like it was impossible for a lobster to be on our bed in the middle of Arkansas and I could still hear the doubt in his voice. He was saying that if this is some sort of trick and it is a stuffed animal lobster or something, that he will be mad and I could tell he was upset, but there was absolutely no way that I was touching that thing.

Anyway, somehow I convince him that he has to get out of the shower to come see this lobster and get it off our bed! So I'm half running back through the living room to make sure that the dogs haven't eaten the lobster yet when Lee says, "Are you talking about that crawfish in the floor?" I turned around to look and sure enough Bentley had brought his prize posession into the living room now and I had almost stepped on it. I started screaming and jumping, it really freaked me out!! Lee was laughing and telling me how this was a crawfish, not a lobster, but it looked like a lobster to me. I don't eat seafood and I don't deal with seafood so how was I supposed to know? If it was a crawfish, it must have been the daddy of all crawfish because that sucker was huge!


So Lee threw the so called crawfish away and has been laughing at my freak out ever since, but luckily I can laugh at myself, too. It is a funny story which must be why I'm posting it on my blog. =)