Anyone for some Kentucky Fried Cockroach?
Ah, that reminds me.
I went to a Family Life Conference many years ago, and sitting across me at brunch was a priest. I was talking to my husband, was ravenously hungry, and did not look at the food as I shoveled it into my mouth. Big mistake. As I bit into some stirred fried veggies, my tongue detected something long, skinny and sharp, and I quickly determined that it was cockroach. Putting my napkin over my face so as not to disturb the other guests, I quickly pulled it out of my mouth, which was no easy task as it was two inches long, and then I quickly went over to the banquet buffet, noticed some more cooked cockroaches (one to two inches long), and pointed them out to the waiter. The priest was impressed at my calmness, as he saw me put the beastie into my mouth, and wondered how I would handle it. He could not say anything to warn me because his mouth was full at that time. Father said that had another parishioner bitten into that cockroach, they would most likely have screamed. However, I did receive an A in entomology in college.
The restaurant offered me a free breakfast, but I declined. I lost my appetite for two weeks, but also lost 12 stubborn pounds.