I need to get a bag of crawfish through the night, am I doing it right?

One afternoon my boss put me in charge of three bags of crawfish that he advised were picked by virginal nuns at the peak of the full moon, and that if they not all in peak form for the client's crawfish boil the next day that, well... blah blah blah.

On advice of a wise old neighbor I tossed the bags on the grass in my back yard under a shade tree. Sprayed water from the hose on them every six hours or so (served more of an excuse to drink a beer).

The next afternoon they were all clicking away.

Boss & client happy; I still work there.