I remember long ago far away going after mud bugs in a irrigation channel ’bout 12~16’ wide, 3~4 deep at the CA//NV border....pair of light gloves on to miss the pinch....wade ’n float along, groping the channel sides, touchy-feel for holes and crevice where dey hid....

We amassed 2 gal. buckets of them, boiled. butter and brews...Yum... *G*

The latter ’preciated, since I was underage at the time....and don’t remember much more of the evening, ’cept for the hot to trot thoughts with the older dau of the other family....

...and my parents were Not on this excursion, hosted by my fav unk.... ;)

Nothing happened with her. ’cept very lewd urges...*damn*snap fingers*....

Ah, the lamentations of our youth.

We've all got a memory or two of that. Chock full of testosterone and imagination.

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Yelling on Mother's Day? You know they have fonts much larger than the one you used.

@thecarpathian   Here crawfish do live in the mud at least part of the year and, are aptly named mudbugs (after all, why the name, otherwise?). I am a computer luddite so don't know how to cut and paste so if you really care to learn the facts just google "crawfish chimney" and see what the Uni. of New Orleans has to say on the matter.