Who was the first person to eat a lobster?

Whoever it was, they had more courage than I’ll ever have.

For hundreds of years we’ve all been trained to know these large, insect-like crustaceans are great tasting (that, and the “buying lobsters means I’m rich” price, are what make them not look ugly). But think about the first person(s) who decided it’d be a good idea to boil one alive, rip it apart, scrape out the guts and then eat them:

“What in God’s name is that abomination scurrying around in our fishing net!?”

“It has got to be the ugliest, nastiest, creepiest, most alien looking creature I’ve ever scene.”

“Does it have eyes?”

“Can it talk?”

“Should we give it a name?”

“Are those whiskers?”

“Don’t know.”

“Let’s eat it.”

The first lobster-eater had no clue what they were getting into. Chances are they only went through with it because they lost a bet or were trying to die quickly before getting strapped into a Medieval torture rack. Either way they struck gold.

Where’s that trail-blazing spirit today?

If we weren’t so scared, cockroaches might be crawling around in tanks at our local grocery store with rubber bands bound around their slightly hairy digits. Who’s to say they don’t taste good? If lobsters didn’t happen to work out, those gross little critters were probably next on the “it can’t taste any worse than it looks” list of delicacies. I mean, it’s not like lobsters have blown past roaches in the bathing suit portion of the competition, right? Anyway, everyone knows it’s what’s on the inside that really counts.