If you need more butter, we will send.
Just large undersea insects ... but Yummy!
Chow down. Problem solved.
“In the meantime, it’s already become an important source of income for some fishermen in the north. The problem is that it may be destroying the fishing stock.”
Dare I say the obvious??? Harvest it. Drive it to extinction.
At first, I thought this was a new Communist STD.
Air freight them here—there’s a market for giant crab cakes!
Hmmmm...that was just a few years after the nuclear meltdown at Chernobyl. Coincidence? [Cue for eerie SF movie music]
Solution? Eat the damned things, with gusto (and clarified butter)!
Only the government would be unable to resolve this issue.
Looks like it’s time to invest in Norwegian crap shippers!
I’ll take a few pounds myself, thank you.
It appears the government is the source of the problem, how unusual.
This article is self contradictory. One the one hand the crabs are multiplying by the millions and nothing can stop them. On the other hand the crab fishermen may be destroying the fishing stock suggesting the crab need to be protected.
Solution:
Eat them!
Catch 'em and let's eat!!
>>>The animal’s legs are considered a delicacy and fetch top dollar in Japan and America. Even in Oslo, consumers pay around 200 Norwegian kronor (£15) a pound<<<
>>>some photographs of the ocean floor in Kirkenes in northern Norway show a writhing mass of the ugly, spiny animals. <<<
Okay, there is some serious disconnect here.
Crab People from Russia! We’re doomed!
BTW:
A man goes into the restaurant and asks the waiter, “Do you serve crabs?”
The waiter replies, “We serve anyone.”
Crab enchilladas are much better than lutefisk. Trust me on this.
I think we're zeroing-in on a major part of the problem here.
As a second thought, this sounds like a job for Forrest Gump. Lessee, there's boiled crab, fried crab, sauteed crab, steamed crab, crab cakes, crab bisque, crab croquettes, crab gumbo, crab rangoon, crab louie, cracked crab, crab fritters...
This reporter seems to be as confused as the Norwegian government.
What is there about leftist environmentalism that fries people’s brains?
On the one hand they worry that these crabs are unstoppable, and will wipe out every other species. On the other hand, they set strict limits on catching them. On the third hand, they are considering an extermination campaign.
The headline should read, “environmentalist bureaucrats are crazy.”
“One leg is enough to provide a grown man with a filling meal.”
I challenge that. I’ll bet I could eat half dozen.
H G Wells The Time Machine chapter 11:
‘Far away up the desolate slope I heard a harsh scream, and saw a thing like a huge white butterfly go slanting and flittering up into the sky and, circling, disappear over some low hillocks beyond. The sound of its voice was so dismal that I shivered and seated myself more firmly upon the machine. Looking round me again, I saw that, quite near, what I had taken to be a reddish mass of rock was moving slowly towards me. Then I saw the thing was really a monstrous crab-like creature. Can you imagine a crab as large as yonder table, with its many legs moving slowly and uncertainly, its big claws swaying, its long antennæ, like carters’ whips, waving and feeling, and its stalked eyes gleaming at you on either side of its metallic front? Its back was corrugated and ornamented with ungainly bosses, and a greenish incrustation blotched it here and there. I could see the many palps of its complicated mouth flickering and feeling as it moved.
‘As I stared at this sinister apparition crawling towards me, I felt a tickling on my cheek as though a fly had lighted there. I tried to brush it away with my hand, but in a moment it returned, and almost immediately came another by my ear. I struck at this, and caught something threadlike. It was drawn swiftly out of my hand. With a frightful qualm, I turned, and I saw that I had grasped the antenna of another monster crab that stood just behind me. Its evil eyes were wriggling on their stalks, its mouth was all alive with appetite, and its vast ungainly claws, smeared with an algal slime, were descending upon me. In a moment my hand was on the lever, and I had placed a month between myself and these monsters. But I was still on the same beach, and I saw them distinctly now as soon as I stopped. Dozens of them seemed to be crawling here and there, in the sombre light, among the foliated sheets of intense green.