Listen, we all love a shrimp cocktail. It’s classy. It’s cold. It makes you feel like a yacht‑owning socialite with a mysterious past. But let’s not lie to ourselves anymore—shrimp is just the ocean’s version of a cockroach in a tuxedo.
They have exoskeletons. They have antennae. And if they were on land crawling across your bathroom floor, you’d call pest control, not a waiter. But slap a little garlic on them, and suddenly we’re all fine with eating sea‑bugs like it’s normal. Humanity, explain yourself.
