And the other day there was something suspicious in my juice. And this is after the 20 day expired smoothie.

Seriously, the world is trying to kill me! Or make me more of a hippie than I already am. At least if there's bugs on my grown greens, I know where they came from. And I don't cook them!

I AM NOT EATING THE BEETLE!

I AM NOT EATING THE BEETLE!

This is why we can't have nice planets. It's on you, Liese. Nice try saving the world with music. Pfft.

Hee. I would totally tag that, except I don't want to look at my tagline every day and think about EATING BEETLES!

Puppycat is chirping at the light and I just tried to explain to her that it's not a bug. Except it is a bug. There's a lady bug on the pull chain. I totally am going to save the lady bug.

And, you know, not have it for dinner.

I don't want to look at my tagline every day and think about EATING BEETLES!

Heh. This all comes from me quizzing my ex-coworker on all the bugs he ate across Cambodia and Laos.

"So, what was the most surprisingly tasting thing you had made of bugs?"

Answer: Sugar ants. You just snap off the thorax and pop it into your mouth like a spicy sweet red hot.

"And what was the most irredeemably horrible thing you ate?"

Answer: Pickled tarantula. Really quite gross.

Why did I read the whitefont? Whyyyyyy? Of COURSE that would be the most irredeemably horrible thing to eat. I feel pretty squicked just thinking about it.

And see, the thing is I pride myself on being an adventurous eater. But I was not in the appropriate mode when I wilted a little spinach into my wheat egg noodles!

Why did I read the whitefont? Whyyyyyy?

Same reason I did?

I regret it too.

I've yet to move the ladybug. It's all cute.

Yeah, a relaxing dinner should not involve Fear Factor.

Sarameg, I used TurboTax and I think one of the deluxe versions will suit you fine.