I grew up in the New Orleans sewers. My mother was an alligator, and my father was a possum. I grew up the hard way. You know, like all possum/alligator people grow up. I learned to survive.
Man, this crawdaddy, he was so close and so good to eat. I couldn't grab him in enough time. I tried! I grabbed him! The sewer wash just took him away. My daddy never forgave me for that. I will take it to my grave.
Never go to the family reunions. Not concerned with who eats whom. Not my problem. Anymore.....