His mother, wife and son all laughing, daughter laughing till tears in her eyes: wait, she’s crying. Had never seen a dead lobster before. Waitress, please remove the carcass … thanks.
Aside from that, the meal was excellent, friendly waitress put a candle in the cheesecake we shared. I was grateful because I hadn’t made a birthday cake: The Nabisco chocolate cookies that I use with Cool Whip to make our family’s traditional refrigerator cake were nowhere to be found in any local grocery store! Have I outlived the Nabisco chocolate cookies? Now I’m the one crying.
Woke up early the next morning to sound of cat chasing a rabbit around the living room. I tossed the cat in the bathroom, opened both doors to let the rabbit hop out. Saw squirrels lined up on the front porch waiting for their morning peanuts, so left only the back screen door open, went out front to feed the squirrels hoping the rabbit would eventually find the back door in the three-room downstairs.
Never saw him again so assumed he was eating clover with the other rabbits in our mowed-meadow backyard. I wiped up the drops of blood so as not to traumatize granddaughter; figured it was from a small wound due to cat dragging rabbit through two cat doors, one onto screened porch, one into living room. Released cat, who doesn’t usually bother the wildlife.
Four days later, noticed an awful smell in the hallway, which was closed off by an Indian blanket used to keep the living room cool with the window air-conditioner, used to prevent the aquarium fish from cooking in summer heatwave (family using window fans in bedrooms). Son went hunting for source of smell. He and grandson buried dead, decaying bunny in the backyard.