The Life and Times of Donald P. Golden, Jr.
A Life in Eras

Crawdads

Crawdads

The Idylwood yard was not level. There were high spots and low spots. When it rained, the low spots filled with water (more on that later). Almost instantly, and I still do not know how, the little puddles would be punctuated by Crawdad chimneys.

And…the puddles would have several crawdads puttering around. These were also known as crawfish - and they are a delicacy in Louisiana.

We would catch them, play with them, avoid their pincers and probably through our abuse, kill them. But, they were a distraction each time we had a gully washer.

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