Another disaster happened when I was about eight. Mom was making a huge batch of gumbo for a church dinner, and she had some live crabs to put in it. As she started to dump the crabs into the boiling water, several escaped! I was terrified. They came after me with their little claws clacking. I stood on a chair crying. It's hilarious to look back on now, but hey, I was eight!
The crabs did end up meeting their maker, and the gumbo was good.