I would have liked to take a few of these crustaceans with me. As tempting as they looked in their tank at the Halifax Airport, the prospect of carrying a box of live lobsters aboard kept me in check. And then of course - there is the other problem.
Would I muster the courage to throw these scrabbly little characters into a pot of boiling water and see them DIE???
One did have a choice - buy them live, packed in ice (good for 24 hours) or dead, packed in ice (good for about 12 hours). In any case, airline regulations stipulated that live ones had to be crated in bulky regulation boxes. Taking lobsters on the loose aboard, maybe confined in a paperbag or even on a leash was not an option.
The neighbours back in BC are getting into the harvest/scarecrow/halloween spirit.
Although the East wins leafs down in the contest for the reddest fall colours, there is the odd splash of Red Maple even here, in the Province of pines, firs and cedars.
