On this Christmas eve, many emotions fill our hearts. Memories of Christmases past, good times spent with families and friends, and obviously joyfully celebrating the birth of our savior. This year, I recall one special Christmas in particular...
In late December, 2001, my younger brother Joey (8 years old at the time) took home his class's pet crayfish for break. His name was Saucer. We decided to take him with us to Florida because we couldn't leave him home by himself for so long. Saucer was a very troubled little crayfish. In the van on the way down he continually tried to escape from his crate, and once he would have escaped from the car had it not been for the heroics of my father (...the great Robert). We don't know why he was trying to escape. Maybe it was natural instinct of freedom. Maybe it was because David, Eileen, and I kept saying (behind Joey's back), that we were going to feed him to the sea gulls once we got to Florida.
We arrived at Pass-a-grille Beach, our annual Christmas destination. Saucer was placed on the counter, still in his little plastic quarters. He continued his escape attempts, and multiple times we tried to re-enforce his cage, but to no avail. On December 24th, Saucer escaped again. This escape led him to the small space in between the counter and refrigerator. In an ironic twist, he was completely trapped and could not escape. We spent about half an hour trying to rescue him, using kitchen utensils and a fishing rod. We finally got him out and put him back in his crate.
...It would prove to be his final escape. The massive amounts of dust and what not where he fell eventually caused him to pass on. We buried him at the beach. Obviously, Joe Tull was devastated. However, the concept of a suicidal Christmas crayfish has been a hilarious inside joke for the older members of my family. As the years passed, Joey even learned to appreciate how flippin' awesome Saucer's story was.
"David Tull is remembering Saucer as he lived; beautiful, whole, and scuttling off the edge of the counter."
- David Tull
"Saucer, the greatest crawfish that ever lived."
-Eileen Tull
Thank you Saucer, for all the joy and laughter that you have given the Tull family.
That's all for now...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
4 comments:
haha wow
that's always been a troublesome space...between the fridge and the counter.
did i just say troublesome? joses is
rubbing off on me.
anyway, have a great Christmas and keep Saucy in mind.
Saucer died and Jesus was born, how ironic.
maybe that's why joey became big bad joe tull on the facebook. all the emotional trauma got to him.
since when did 'troublesome' become one of my trademarks?
man, you really ARE losing your singaporeanness...i think you used to say it...
Post a Comment