When I was a young girl, I had a harrowing fear of lobsters. Their clamping claws, spiny legs, google-y eyes – just gross! Well, when my dad caught wind of my crustaceous phobia, he took advantage of the opportunity at hand. One day, he called me downstairs to give me a “present.” I opened the deceivingly innocent box and, to my horror, it was filled with a family of lobsters. He then proceeded to take one out of the box, removed its rubber bands and chased me around the house with it (at this point, Child Services should have been called). Turns out, I am now allergic to shellfish. I blame my father.