I did something really stupid last night. I attempted to shuck oysters for the first time. Why did I think I could do it? In fact, I didn’t even look up any directions or helpful hinters on how it is done. I was just operating on the assumption that it couldn’t be that hard. After all, I’ve seen it done hundreds of times when Arp and I are sitting at various oyster bars. I also conveniently forgot about the fact that the shuckers at Legal Seafood, for instance, seem to always be wearing gloves. Do you see where all this is going?
So I have an appointment to see the doctor at 11. Hopefully I won’t die of Vibrio infection before that. I have a large puncture wound on my palm. As I was applying pressure to the wound last night, I told Arp that I would rather go through 5 episodes of natural childbirth than recover and deal with this wound.
M asks: How bout ten births?
Me: OK. Ten.
Me: No problem.
M: How bout one hundred! (I think that’s the largest number he knows).
Me: Sure. One Hundred births! I think that might be my limit, though.
After the injury occurred last night, I did some searching on the internet. Seems that oyster shucking actually requires quite a bit of skill, and that even experienced shuckers frequently end up with puncture wounds. That makes the prices I typically pay at oyster bars sound positively cheap. What was I thinking when I bought a dozen of those innocent looking mollusks yesterday?! No more shucking for me. I really hope my hand doesn’t require stitches.