Reason #2 why this little ranger doesn't eat lobster:

My first summer job was at Small Bros. Wharf in New Harbor, Maine. I was kitchen help/busperson. The decor included a wooden mallet and cutting board on each table. Nowhere in the restaurant was there a poster or placemat with directions for eating the lobster (who knew that food needs instructions?). David also didn't hand out crackers with the lobsters, you had to know to ask for them. Now, picture some poor tourist who has never seen a lobster before trying to figure out how to get into this thing on their plate. They reach across, grab the mallet and start swinging. VERY funny, as long as you aren't standing or sitting anywhere in the vicinity. However, as the busgirl, I got covered in lobster guts too many times to mention. I also had to scrub the walls with steel wool every night at closing. It took weeks to get the smell of dead lobster out of my clothes and pores after I quit. Ick!