.....I was really beginning to think that he was going to do it after an hour and a half had passed and he was still eating/playing with the crawdads. Here Doug is pictured making a "crawdad glove" not unlike the "crab hand" from Beetlejuice.

This photograph speaks for itself.

.....Doug had now begun to start sweating. Doug was not in good shape, yet he was not surrendering. Doug is a trooper.

.....After a little over 2 solid hours of eating, Doug polished off the last of the crawdads. I was impressed, shocked, and horrified all at the same time. Within a few minutes of finishing the craw-feast Doug said that he didn't feel all that well and that he was going to go home and take care of some "business". He said that he was sure that he would be "all buff and shit" tomorrow. I shook my head and obligingly said, "Yep, I bet so." Doug then headed off into the cold Midwestern night to take care of his "business".