RANDOM SHELLFISH

a9b1a479deec5410No, not even a pun. It’s too late and I just ran 6 miles (again!) and am too tired to be clever. Just wanted to check in on this week’s “Deed” (www.splendeed.com) that the kids and I did today. It was to go out with a kitchen sized trash bag and pick up trash until it was full. Below is what I posted on their site:
Okay so the kids, dog & I set out on this weeks deed, each with a bag in hand. (I carried the dog’s and Scout’s after her 67th leaf that she spent 3 minutes trying to get in the bag, I just couldn’t take it.) As with the lunch Deed we started in our neighborhood and I was heartened to see that there wasn’t a lot of trash about. Early on I told Max that any cigarette butts were mine to pick up- a private penance I suppose. But then, we got to a giant, corner vacant lot under some power lines. We saw “Big Trash” in the far back corner and went to collect. I felt a little cautious going in- I have a creepy imagination and was sure we were gonna find an ear (A la’ “Blue Velvet”, a hand or a needle- so I went first- “on point” waving the kids forward after I scanned the area.

A crab.

Yes, you read right- an entire (Dungeness?) grab- dead in the corner of this lot. Oh, and some old coral. WTF?! I mean, I know there are slobs out there but who says,” I’m gonna take out these 400 Bud Light and Chunky Soup cans but this whole, untouched dead crab? Hmmm- I’ll just TOSS that over this wall…” Maybe the coral was so it would seem “natural” like whomever came across it would say; “Gee, at first I thought this entire dead crab was random sitting here in the middle of this lot but now that I see this indigenous CORAL- well- everything’s in order now…”

Needless to say- it was the highlight of Max’s deed but he was very clear on how we were “Helping the Earth” and how it’s nice to do good things just for the sake of doing them… although he asked for a fruit roll up anyway… Oh yeah- and Daddy needs to go back with him to se ethe crab tomorrow- I just couldn’t take it (Or the Coral) from it’s resting place…

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