It’s illegal to “harvest” over 100 clams, per person, per day in New Brunswick.
I’d like to see you eat 100 clams. I would enjoy watching you try.
Nevertheless, I thought:
“She’s had a bit of health troubule the last few years. Had a few changes recently. She deserves to go have some fun.”
…and away we went. Her in her big floppy hat and sandals and me in my MEC hiking shoes; both of us with our little pails. We were cute. Until…
Good God! She was crossing the tidal ponds and didn’t she get her feet, both of ’em!, stuck knee-deep in the shallows!! OMG!! I couldn’t help it. I started to laugh. Then she started to laugh and we both just about pee’d ourselves laughing.
Good Jesus, if the cancer couldn’t have killed her, it looked likely that I might!
Although I have been endeavouring to win the award for “World’s Worst Nephew”, it seems as though I may have been unfairly snubbed again this year. I mean…wouldn’t you agree I should at least get a nod for Effort?
Well, she’s about 77 I suppose and still kickin’. She’s just down the road and I’d love for you to meet her. Maybe she’ll offer to take you clam-digging.