For week 2 of 52, I killed Pedro. Then I ate him.
I picked Pedro out of a group of about 15 of his closest peers. I drove him back to my place and introduced him to my roommates. They liked him, but agreed that he should be killed. I put him back in his bag and stuck him in the fridge for a couple of hours. Pedro is a lobster, or was a lobster. Now he's dead.
Around 5:30, I figured I was getting a little hungry and it was time for Pedro to die. I boiled a large pot of water and pulled him out of his bag. I read online that if you rub his belly, it hypnotizes the lobster in order to make it easier to throw him into the pot. That didn't seem to be the case with Pedro. I rubbed his belly, and then when I tried to put him in his pot, he freaked out. He wiggled all over and for some reason it caught me by surprise. It shouldn't have. I had a live animal in my hand. Live animals move. Live animals especially move when they get hurt. Boiling water hurts. Nonetheless, it freaked me out and I didn't get him in the pot on the first try.
I did on the second try. He was still alive for a couple of minutes.
I felt pretty bad for Pedro, but I not bad enough to save him. Had I saved him at this point, he'd probably would have been a vegetable for the rest of his life anyway. If not that, his brain would be really slow and he'd no longer be able to do sudokus. What's the point of life without a sudoku? Remember 2004 and the presudoku era? It sucked. So, I figured it best to put him out of his misery. I left him in the pot to boil a slow, painful, tasty death.
Pedro tasted good.