Sissi’s friends are staying for a few days and tonight they are cooking. One thing on the menu is crayfish and I told them that I would rather let them go than to eat them. I look at these poor wee critters in the sink having no idea of their fate but at least when they get thrown in the hot pot they will die pretty quickly, it’s not something I want to witness though.

Sissi’s mother comes home half way through the preparations and decides to take control of the cooking of the crayfish. She picks the first one up and rips off its claws and tail and throws it into another bucket to sit for a while as she works her way through the other fifty or so creatures in the sink. I am absolutely shocked and disgusted by the lack of consideration for these creatures. To her they are just food with no feelings, they don’t feel pain they stress just delicious.

I asked them to kill them and then pull them apart but they just laugh at the big sissy foreigner. What’s so fucking wrong doing it this way. My stomach is churning, I am so so angry at what I have just witnessed and I don’t know if I can look at her mother again or the rest of them for that matter. In the market I see them killing chickens and frogs and fish and they kill them swiftly, but to pull a poor animal apart like this when it’s still alive I find utterly repulsive.

I can only hope that they crayfish get the last laugh somehow, maybe they might choke when they eat one, get diarrhoea or food poisoning. I hope Karma pays her back for what she did tonight.