We were staying out in Wellfleet at my cousin's cottage - me, my husband Allen, and our friends Bill and Ann. It was hard to call it a "cottage" when it has 3 huge bedrooms, an enormous kitchen/dining/living room, and a big ol' screen porch - but cottage non-the-less. We had been on the Cape for several days, and had decided that tonight was the "big" night - lobster night! Only three of us loved lobster, with Ann being the lone hold out for shrimp. 
    
    We decided to get a really big lobster and split it three ways. My cousin's cottage came well equipped with a nice big pot that could handle several lobsters at one time. "Fred" weighed well over 3 pounds, so we put the pot to the test when we decided to cook our big ol' guy in it.

    Ann is a great cook, and she was fascinated with how you cook lobsters and wanted to watch every step. So, we got the water boiling and then we plunged Fred in and plunked the lid on.

    Everything was going just right and my mouth was beginning to water. But Ann just had to know what was going on with that lobster. Of course, being lobster chef extraordinaire that I am, I told her that I was sure that it would be okay for her to peek in the pot, as I just knew Fred was - well - should I say - "no longer with us".

    I reached for the lid as Ann leaned over the top of the pot. Just as we did, the lid went flying off with a huge BANG! - and Fred came thrashing up halfway over the top of that pot - right at us! I think I screamed, I'm not sure, it all happened so fast. But - I DO KNOW that Ann's feet never touched the floor as she shot across the room, waving her arms and hollering.

    To this day, I believe that if there had not been a wall to stop her, that she would have gotten away and we might still be chasing her. ~