I spent 2 years in Philadelphia and got into the crab boils....
My neighbor brought 2 bushels up from the Chesapeake and i put them in coolers on ice the night before the party. The next day it was raining so i was prepping in the garage and decided to check on the crabs. I'll be darned if they were all dead! Not a one was moving and friends were on the way.
Motivated with liquid inspiration, I came up with the idea of pulling the crab out of the coolers to see if i could salvage enough live ones to have a boil. I made piles on the floor of the garage of maybe's, hope so's, and dont think so's.....
Needing more inspiration, I went back inside and helped coordinate the the rest of the meal and party......
When i went back into the garage to attempt to salvage the few fresh crabs, I found the floor, driveway and cul-de-sac were crawling with blue crabs....who had warmed up enough to make an escape...
Hilarious scene with the whole family chasing runaway crabs in a downpour....
Have moved onto crayfish boils now. They fly direct from New Orleans and don't get very far when they escape