A few months after moving to province, I was invited to "lobah fiesta" to eat "lobster" My uncle and his friends thought it was highly odd that I had never consumed lobster and got to work showing me how to eat it.
After watching the poor lobster getting boiled alive, I was given a nut cracker and told crack the damn thing open. After getting absolutely covered in lobster crap, I think I ended up eating more lobster shell than meat (of which there is hardly any… seriously where’s the food?)
Then I get to it body, and someone screamed “Don’t eat that green stuff its the poop shoot!” I’m eating lobster poo. Oh god I’m eating lobster poo. From that moment I vowed never to eat lobster again.