I think of my little crab as a pet!!! You can't eat your pet!!!
You say that now, Janice. I'm thinking sometime around
.... hmmm.... Super Sunday, halftime, you get up for another beverage and you notice 'little' (now 6") Jimmy has just shed his shell
... you calmly walk over to the stove, heat up the cast iron skillet, a pat of butter, some leftover bacon from breakfast, get out the mayo, salt & pepper, lettuce & tomato, a big crusty roll...
As the juice is running down your chin and the second half kickoff is in the air, you'll be thinking about how to keep a swimming pool full of crabs alive for next winter