Tickling Lobster Guide

The lobster shuddered . A tiny, bristling ripple ran down its shell. It raised a claw—slow, judicial—as if to say, Unhand me, fool . I tickled again. This time it flipped its tail once, sharply, and I swear I heard a clicking sound almost like laughter.

The lobster lay on the counter, antennae twitching, claws banded but somehow still dignified. I was supposed to plunge it into boiling water. Instead, I hesitated. tickling lobster

Then, absurdly, I touched a feather to its tail. The lobster shuddered