
I just found this bug in a can of sardines that I had opened for supper!
My dear wife had just left to get her haircut by her good friend Deb Barney and she asked as she was going out the door what I would eat for supper. I replied, "Don't worry dear, I'll eat something good, you just go ahead and get your hair snipped a little". I get out the french fryer and warm it up, stand by the counter with a frozen bag of french fries and say to myself, "damn Don you should probably eat a little more than just this bag of fries". I go into our pantry look at the shelves and WHOA! I see a few cans of sardines. We have sardines in mustard, some in oil, some in hot sauce and a can of sardines in tomato sauce. Whala! I choose the tomato sauce because it is a brand I've never had before and I love to try new things. It's a can from Thailand and I open it up, poor it in a bowl and marvel at the small size of the sardines and all the oil that is on them. While my fries are a fryin', I sit down in my favorite chair and eat all the sardines, walk back into the kitchen cleaning the bowl out as to not waste any of the foreign morsels. Crunch and crunch again, well that's just not right, thinking it was a sardine bone I reach into my mouth, which is quite large and pull the crunchy thing from off of my tongue. I look at it and realize, this is not a bone, you see I went to Hamler school and I know these things instead it is a 1/2 " foreign water beetle. YES! it was in the polluted asian waters, in the non inspected packing plant, in the can of sardines and by gum it was in my mouth. I'd like to say, "Well Andrew Zimmer would eat this, but in the back of my mind I think of an episode where he may get deathly sick from a small insect while pigging out in southeast asia. The taste in my mouth, which I'll ask my wife about later is sort of sour, so I go the fridge grab a plastic container of sour cream and dill dip and start spooning it into my mouth. It does seem to help somewhat and my fries are now done so I put the fries on a plate, spoon some more dip on top of them and eat um' up. I realize I'm still a little hungry so I go back into the kitchen, see the little asin sardine bug and well ... I eat it. We have an art guild meeting in a couple of minutes, but I'm a liitle dizzy and the muscles of my stomach are contracting ... gosh could I be breeding little sardine bugs that will take over Ottawa next week?