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Then, when I got home, there was a cooler full of crawfish waiting on the porch for me. Mark took the kids camping while I was gone and caught a bunch of mud bugs for me. I love to eat them! We invited our friends and neighbors the Johnson's over for a little boil. They had never tried crawfish before but they were willing and we had a nice little feast of crawfish tails and french bread and a little gumbo I made. The kids wouldn't touch them. The last time we caught a bunch of crawfish two of them ended up in our fishtank as pets. Every time I walked by I would think how tasty those big tails would be dipped in a little cocktail sauce, but that's a big parental no-no. You cannot eat your children's pets.
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