If you caught my mulch post below (how I mistook it for a chocolate chunk), here are some more gross moments in my history of eating:
~ I opened up a can of spaghettios and found a stick inside of it as tall as the can.
~ I was eating a bowl of Captain Crunch (okay, all of these happened when I was much younger...as you can tell by my food choices!), and felt something slimy in my mouth. I pulled it out and it was a piece of fish skin, all silvery. I'm almost gagging now just remembering it.
~ There was a roach on our pizza that my mom almost mistook for an anchovie. The place offered us another pizza to replace that one, but we were too sick to our stomachs to eat after that, and we wouldn't have trusted them again, anyhow.
~ I bit into an eclair at my grandma's house and it must've been twelve-years-old because the cream tasted like dog crap (not that I would know what that tastes like!). I can still taste it to this day when I think about it. I don't know how I didn't puke.
~ My husband was eating Chinese food (I know this isn't my story, but it just now popped into my head), and found an industrial-sized staple in it.
So, tell me. Can anyone top those stories?