Crawfish Etouffee Anyone?

Family campouts are a staple of our childhood memories. One of my (Jonathan’s) particularly memorable campouts must’ve taken place in the early to mid-1970s. We were camping at a place with streams flush with crawfish which some of us kids exploited to the max. I don’t recall now the numbers, but it seems as if we caught somewhere between 50 and 100 clawed friends. Some were quite large. We brought the most prize specimens from our loot back to camp and stashed them at the base a tree nearby. Mom or Dad had boiled some water and had some left over. Not aware that us kids had established a “crawfish zoo” by that tree proceeded to dispose of the excess boiling water right where our prize crustaceans were, scalding them good. As young hunters and gatherers we were devastated. However, if our appetites had been a bit more sophisticated, we could've turned lemons into lemonade by asking Mom and Dad to serving up a delicious dish of crawfish etouffee.