Sunday, March 16, 2008

Crayfishing

Every now and then we run across a crayfish.
          Crawfish.
          Crawdad.
          Crawdaddy maybe, if you live in the deep South.



Maybe what you call it depends on where you got it. If you order it through a catalog, if it comes vacuum sealed in clear thick plastic, with bright pink dye shot through its important internal organs, it's probably a crayfish.


Erica is dissecting a crayfish.



If its internal organs are all the color of pond-bottom mud, and you're planning to chase your sister with it, I'd say it's a crawdad.



Sam's crawdad.

7 comments:

Lil red said...

Yeah Erica!! You finally got it disected! I still think we should do the baby pig together.

Sheila said...

Erica, you are VERY brave. :D

Anonymous said...

Ha! What a fun post...now I'll always know the difference :D

Jean said...

Crawdad's taste good too, a lot like lobster. Bryan

An Old Fashioned Girl said...

Oh yes, disecting, *nervous laugh* I REALLY disliked doing that, especially while a certian un-named sibling made gross comments. The crayfish was one of the more interesting dissections. What else have you done?

Kristi said...

Now there is an interesting lesson! And I should tell you, it makes perfect sense - the differences between crawdads and crayfish. Loved it!

...Perhaps you could elaborate on the differences between criks and creeks (besides the spelling!) if you have any insight on it? :-)

Miss Alice said...

Kristi- Criks are a mystery to me! You are too much fun.