Wednesday, November 2, 2011

There are no words...

OK, well maybe a few choice words crossed my mind during my traumatic experience yesterday. As my mom would say- "Gag me with a rubber twinkie" or something like that. My lunch yesterday went as follows:

I felt like having a delicious chicken salad. Grilled chicken, check. Other toppings, check. Organic spinach and spring greens, check. On my plate, check. Oh, wait a minute. It looks like one of the leaves is bad or has something on it. Better pick it out. Upon first glance, it appeared to be a dried curled up leaf stuck to another one. I touched it (obviously- I was picking it off) but it kinda stuck. And felt firm, yet soft and a little squishy. Oh no. It can't be. Upon closer inspection, it looked a little something like this:

My lovely pupa was a little less obvious because of the stuff that was making it stick to the leaf. Um, that was unexpected. And a tad horrifying, considering I was going to put it in my mouth and chomp it up. I was so freaked out that i immediately threw it down the disposal while gagging and almost knocking everything else to the floor. I didn't even think to get a picture, which I'm not even sad about because even posting this other picture for you all is making all the old feelings rush back, lol. Matt will be sad, however. He would have wanted to keep it and see it emerge from it's little home. Boys are so gross.

Needless to say, I did not have salad that day.

Organic is great, but not that organic. Hopefully I will get over this fear of salad soon!

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