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I had meant to post this describing the story of pinchy. Pieced together from emails and (faded) memory.
So The Boys Named Sue had a great gig playing for a Frat Party on lower greenville. It was a Dental Frat. I know…huh…but they had beer, crawfish and paid in cash. Turns out that they had way too many crawfish. After the gig, Ginger Sue decides to liberate them by setting them free in Turtle Creek. Not throughly convinced, that this is a good idea, I chose the biggest one, stuck him in a cup and called him pinchy. Apparently, I took pinchy across to the Green Elephant bar as well. I dont recall this part. In fact, Im pretty sure the bouncers would have invoked the “no open container” rule at this point. Sir, Im going to have to ask you to dump your Crawfish in the bushes.
Whatever “really” happened, Pinchy eventually ended up on the counter in my kitchen. At first, I was about to place him in the fish tank, but I settled for a big bucket of water.
Then next day, I was going out the door to work and realized that Pinchy was in the kitchen. I figured maybe I would just come back for lunch and make a small meal of him. Nope. Pinchy was gone. Crap.
I searched high and low…no pinchy. Couldn’t do much about it…so I left for work.
Over the course of a few weeks, I would make random searches. I cleaned the living room and front rooms inside out. The only place I didnt look was the computer room, because that door was always shut and there was no way it could get that far.
Well…turns out pinchy made his way to the computer room and was in the window sill by the file cabinet. Scared the tar outta me as I was gathering tax info.
Poor guy…made it to the window. I had that room closed…I didnt think it would have made it there. And the window is behind the cabinet, so I never looked there. Didnt smell. He just kinda dried up. (Winter time A/C does that to houses)