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		<title>By: Water bugs &#171; the Marvelous in nature</title>
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		<dc:creator>Water bugs &#171; the Marvelous in nature</dc:creator>
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		<description>[...] inhabit faster moving streams, and in fact this particular one came from the creek where we caught the crayfish, although there were also some on the pond surface as well. Predatory insects, feeding on other [...]</description>
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		<title>By: themarvelousinnature</title>
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		<description>Thanks, Lavenderbay. Not sure where that Canada bit came from on the Wikipedia page. It's possible that in more rural areas of the country (as in, just about everywhere outside southern Ontario) they're more frequently eaten, or it could be a regional specialty somewhere (say, the Maritimes). It's something I notice frequently, that the general American culture is to think of Canada on the scale of another state: "Over in Ohio" or "He's from Kentucky" becomes "Up in Canada" or "He's from Canada". So even though Canada's an expansive place, it frequently all gets lumped in together.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks, Lavenderbay. Not sure where that Canada bit came from on the Wikipedia page. It&#8217;s possible that in more rural areas of the country (as in, just about everywhere outside southern Ontario) they&#8217;re more frequently eaten, or it could be a regional specialty somewhere (say, the Maritimes). It&#8217;s something I notice frequently, that the general American culture is to think of Canada on the scale of another state: &#8220;Over in Ohio&#8221; or &#8220;He&#8217;s from Kentucky&#8221; becomes &#8220;Up in Canada&#8221; or &#8220;He&#8217;s from Canada&#8221;. So even though Canada&#8217;s an expansive place, it frequently all gets lumped in together.</p>
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		<title>By: lavenderbay</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 13:24:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Another great article on an old childhood memory! I remember the ones I caught in the Forty-Mile Creek as being paler, especially after two days on the back porch in a covered margarine container.

I have to say, though, I found that Wikipedia quotation rather... umm... intriguing. I've lived my whole life in Ontario and Quebec, and never known anyone to eat crayfish. My Hamilton-born father regarded any lobsterish creature as an overgrown cricket, and refused to eat it. He loved his mashies, though -- had Grandma been pulling the wool over his eyes all those years?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Another great article on an old childhood memory! I remember the ones I caught in the Forty-Mile Creek as being paler, especially after two days on the back porch in a covered margarine container.</p>
<p>I have to say, though, I found that Wikipedia quotation rather&#8230; umm&#8230; intriguing. I&#8217;ve lived my whole life in Ontario and Quebec, and never known anyone to eat crayfish. My Hamilton-born father regarded any lobsterish creature as an overgrown cricket, and refused to eat it. He loved his mashies, though &#8212; had Grandma been pulling the wool over his eyes all those years?</p>
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