I know the majority of the freed lobsters will probably get captured again, but as the article says, it’s all about karma.
The last time I ate lobster, I definitely felt karma.
It was a few years ago, at one of the fancier seafood restaurants in Miami. There weren’t really any vegetarian options on the menu, and since I was still in the stage of occasionally indulging in some kind of seafood, I decided, Aw, hell, I’ll have the dang lobster.
And it was delicious. So were the mashed potatoes. But that lobster. Yerm.
Ten minutes after finishing my dinner though, I felt funky. Feverish. We were sitting outside, granted, but it was waterfront seating, at night, with a beautiful ocean breeze. I was the only one who was schvitzy. And itchy. I was suddenly itchy around my neck and face. Then the nausea began to kick in. Weirdest part was my hands. They looked normal, but felt swollen. I went to the bathroom. No sign of rash, despite the itch. I looked fine, but between the heat, the itch, the nausea and the swollen feeling… gahh! I think the lobster was guilt-tripping me. Well, it worked.
I took an antihistamine and never ate lobster again.