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Disgusting dying crab

by Snowdog (no login)

 

I was at Eric's place, and he wasn't there. I had the fridge open, and i saw that there was only one coke left, and I wasn't sure whether he'd be pissed if i drank it, so i decided against it. while the fridge door was open, I heard a phone ring. There turned out to be a cell phone in the door of the fridge at the bottom.

I answered it. It was Eric saying he'd be home in a minute, so I went out the sliding door next to the fridge (which isn't there in reality) and walked toward the parking spot. At some point, Eric pulled in and mentioned that there was a crab scurrying around. I didn't think much of it. (At this point I should mention that I dislike any creature with more than 4 legs, but the one's I hate above all are creatures with 8 legs. I hate them all. They all must die.)

I was outside and I was waiting for Eric to get his stuff together to come inside, when the little crab started crawling around me, and eventually crawled on me. I started trying to swat it off, and when i realized i couldn't, I tried to quickly grab it and pull it off, and when i did, pieces of it started falling off. It was disgusting. Eventually, the crab died, and there was only half of it left on me, and it was filled with yellow bile that got all over my hand as i tried to get it off me. (At this point I should mention that the only thing i hate more than a live 8-legged creature is a dead, mushed-up 8 legged creature). I wound up with this bile all over one of my hands as i tried to pull the dead half-crab, who was still clinging to me with one claw, off of me. Eventually, I got it off and i had to go inside to wash my hands. Getting the bile and slime off my hand was no easy task. It was think and disgusting.



Posted on Aug 2, 2006, 12:37 AM

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