I spend an inordinate amount of time each fall in airports. The good side of this is that I’m usually getting on a plane to go hunting somewhere. The downside, which I’ve written about before, is the food. On my trip yesterday, which took me from Denver to Halifax, my meals consisted of one small slice of banana bread eaten in the car, three tiny bags of peanuts on the planes and a few slices of antelope jerky that I somehow remembered to throw in my carryon on the way out the door. Without that jerky, I may have starved to death.

Back in the Halifax airport this morning for the last leg of my journey to Newfoundland, where I hope to cross paths with a moose, I saw what may be the strangest thing I have ever seen in an airport — a huge tank of live lobsters for sale. Okay, lobsters may not be the strangest things I’ve ever seen, but you have to admit it is kind of weird. I thought about picking one up and stuffing it into my carryon in case another tiny bag of peanuts wouldn’t tide me over, but I was afraid the poor crustacean would be traumatized by the inevitable security pat-down.

Luckily there was a Tim Horton’s on the other side of the security gate, so I fortified myself with a blueberry fritter and honey cruller. It wasn’t lobster almandine, but then I’ve never really cared for the oversized mud bugs anyway.