I watched, my blood curdling, as I saw with my eyes the menacing figure reveal the true horrible horror of the Claw! She clumsily tried to grip a pineapple with her pincerlike pincers but only succeeded in scraping across it in a sort of scraping motion, but the horrific appearance of her mangled fingers and thumb were already etched into my soul like a staircase on an Etch-A-Sketch. Without moving, I ran out of the room and away into the night.
— The Horrible Claw, E.C.Carne, 1947
Thanks to Doug McG!