Velveeta, crawdad fishing, and East Texas

I don't know if I am spelling that right but Scott went with his friend Mike to Strawberry reservoir to go crawdad fishing. He had a great time with Mike and Kaden. Mindie, Bella (their daughter), and I stayed home. SO it was a boys day out. I guess you dangle a chicken leg from a string and then they suck onto the leg and voila! Scott then came home and cooked them got the meant out and made jumblia(sp). He used sausage from a local place and really enjoyed his dish. Aunt Sue thought the sausage was a little too spicy and took away from the taste of everything else. I did not even take one tiny bite. It looked like tiny lobster meat. I guess I am haunted by the memories of being in east Texas and Louisiana and watching people eat crawfish's which look very similar. Down south they would pinch bite slurp chew swallow toss. They would make loud noises and rude comments while consuming the tiny things. It was yucky to watch so I just can't bring myself to taste them. Strawberry does bring back lots of memories for me of fishing with my dad. Actually he would fish I would debate with him about killing the fish. He always said that they could not feel it but I proved him wrong when I touched one and it moved. How could it feel me touch it but no the big hook nor the big bonk in the head? Sometimes I would read and hike around before crying. I liked his tackle box and all the colorful lures and little bottles of shinny things. I sure would love to be with him again on a fishing trip. I enjoyed the time with my dad and I think he loved to fish and maybe even enjoyed my desperate pleas for the fish. That is why I can't eat Velveeta cheese-- because my dad often used it as bait and so to me when I see the yellow box I think fish bait. Scott is sometimes surprised I can even last a day in the real world with all my little quirks.