He came back with this:
(That tag says "lobster", in case you can't read it.)
Yes, my husband came home with 2 lobsters, handed me the bag, and when I felt something move, I almost died.
Silly, silly man.
We barely had a pot large enough for these poor, tasty little guys. (And no, they didn't scream.)
Then, since we were working on bringing out our white-trash side, we set the table and dug in.
Yeah, those are paper plates. Don't be jealous.
It was actually quite tasty, but I'm not really into staring in the eyes of the food I'm about to eat.