I don’t know why but everything in the freezer is kept in plastic bags or wrapped in news paper. Every once in a while Yavett will get live crabs from the market, she then puts them into the freezer which then slowly kills them. These are the one thing that are not wrapped in a plastic bag. Therefore every time I open the freezer there are several dead crabs scattered amongst the freezer staring at me, and almost every time I jump. Last night as I pulled the ice cream out of the freezer it got caught on one of the crabs and it came flying at me out of the freezer. As it hit the floor, its frozen claws broke off and shot out in different directions like some sort of weapon. All the while I am screaming.
“My girl what happened!” I hear come from the living room. I run in and tell Yavett that there is a dead crab on the floor and that I’m too scared to pick it up.
“eh I don’t feel like getting up right now. Just pick it up with a spoon.”
I make my way back into the kitchen, and just stared at the crab working up the courage to pick it up. I found two of the largest spoons I could find, maneuvered the spoons around the crab, picked it up, threw it back into the freezer, and slammed the door so I didn’t have to have it look at me anymore. When I came back into the living room with my ice cream cone Yavett asked if I had done it.
“yes, but Yavette, I hate those crabs.”
“Hush my girl, the ice cream will make it better.”
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