Presently, there are crayfish (Or big crawdads, for the Southerner in me.) roaming around, alive and cold, in my refrigerator. I repeat, three living crayfish, crawling around in my fridge. In a box that looks deceivingly like a box of chocolates . I was so excited to , only to be SHOT DOWN by six little eyes looking up at me. On a scale of one to
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