Sometimes, I feel downright bad, ashamed that I am part of this higher species that is homo sapiens. I feel that way right now concerning the Bubba the Lobster and the fiasco that led to his fate.
You know about Bubba, don't you? He's the 22 pound, 100 year-old lobster pulled from the water off Nantucket. With claws bound, he was put in an aquarium in a fish market in Pittsburgh. Reportedly, he was perhaps destined to be auctioned on EBay to the highest bidder? Can you picture such a buyer inviting all of his friends over and gleefully heaving Big Bubba into a huge, boiling pot?
But this big guy's days are numbered. Wholey's is keeping him on display until someone can't resist taking him home.
The price is about $500 bucks. (ABC News Channel 6 Pittsburgh)
What is wrong with us? If you pulled up such a creature, why wouldn't you recognize that you were dealing with special and unique living thing? Why wouldn't you return him to the depths to finish out his days, whether they be long or short? Failing that, why would you bind him and put him in a squidgy glass box to display as a freak curiosity? Even then, how could you even consider selling off such a magnificent old man of the sea in order to become the main highlight of some rich man's dinner party? To be fair, his "owner" (what a concept — owner!) says that he never truly considered that to be an option.
After Bubba was bound and displayed to the masses, it was decided that he should be moved to, get this folks, "an aquarium at a Ripley's Believe It or Not museum" (Excite News). There, he would live out his remaining years, no doubt providing wondrous entertainment for the gaping masses — not to mention gate receipts for Ripley's. Pardon me if I remain unimpressed.
Pittsburgh Zoo and PPG Aquarium officials picked up Bubba on Tuesday afternoon. Next week, they will send him to his new home at Ripley's Aquarium in Myrtle Beach,S.C. (The Pittsburgh Channel)
Too late. Bubba died. Perhaps his time was simply up; perhaps that's why he was caught. We'll never know. What I do know is that this is symptomatic of humankind's far-too-cavalier attitude toward the environment and the myriad life forms within it.
What is it about our species that enables us to claim the right to pluck such an venerable creature from the sea and then ponder at our leisure the next course of action? I don't understand this. I don't understand not hearing one negative comment from the press. I don't understand why Bubba's fate was almost a lighthearted media joke, which is the only way that I can read this subtitle from ABC News: "Bubba, the 22-Pound Leviathon of a Lobster, Won't Be Boiled and Buttered." Even National Geographic, of all organizations, joined in the levity: " Don't bother trying to butter up Bubba. He's already got it made. (National Geographic Website)
Not funny at all. Rather pathetic if you ask me. Which you didn't.