Prawning AKA 'Hunting for Sea Cockroaches' or 'Fishing for Sea Beetles'

Because, let's be clear, that's what they are.  They're all arthropods; crustaceans, spiders, beetles....  They all have segmented bodies, exoskeletons and 8 million legs (roughly).  Crabs and spiders; they're the same thing.  THINK ABOUT IT. So you're paying a premium to eat spiders legs.  To be precise, prawns probably resemble millipedes the most.  Mull that over.

In addition, District 9 named their aliens after prawns.  Because they look alike.  And they both love cat food.

With Garlic Butter.

However, everyone else in my family loves prawns.  And to be honest, unlike fishing, prawning does not require you to get up before sunrise and freeze your tail off, getting seasick and watching lines bob in the water. So I'm generally pretty gamers (relatively speaking).  On a beautiful day like this one- 28 degrees Celsius,  flat calm and with playmates in tow (minus an auntie and a cousin; sad face emoticon); I can't complain. 

We did have an inauspicious start.  We forgot Maggie's life jacket on the other boat, and she refused to board the vessel.

What's the weather like?  Calm seas?

But she adjusted.  She helped herself to some of the prawn bait, and felt better about her situation.  We paid for that later.  Our bedroom stank for days.



I'mhavingthebesttime

We went out with Uncle Dale and Cousin Wade. 


Wade's an excellent driver.

 Ann was very adamant that we strictly follow all fishing regulations and boat safety protocol.  She was ready to blow the whistle on any infraction. Wade regulated that Ann not touch his trains.

She was mainly concerned with filling her face, though. 

Whilst her mother was distracted with the task of smiling and sucking in, holding the dog and child on a moving vessel; Ann ate everyone's sandwiches.

Except for when it was her turn to drive.

Anyways, prawns were caught.  Maggie was super interested in the proceedings.



The f_ck?



Squat lobster.  Squatting amongst the prawns.



Do you want me to hold that for you for a second?

 I even helped behead them, which is a testament to my good mood.   Prawns are alive when you behead them; I barely even gagged as I gamely pulled out their little gut tube.  I'm so incredibly reasonable.



There was an inevitable and delicate conversation later at dinner.  "Wait a second...  Don't those prawns have families to go home to?  Who will take care of their babies?  Can you pass the garlic butter?".   I'm not sure how well we handled that conversation; I doubt that any time you're using biology terminology with a 4-year old, you're being very effective.  At any rate, she ate them.