I was having a cupcake, and I saw a caterpillar thing in it. It was a whole caterpillar. It was alive. I screamed and ran away and threw it on the ground. Then I brushed my teeth, and after that I puked. I got that close (holds forefinger near thumb) to biting into the caterpillar.
I’ve only had one. I was shooting my BB pistol in the garden with my cousin. I was shooting in the grass, and then I shot into some brown stuff. It was (dog) poo, and my cousin Matthew wanted to try to get the BB out with a stick. I was like “Matthew, don’t get it out with a stick. I’m not going to use it again.” So he didn’t get it out.
Once at night, my mom ate a tomato. It was rotten, and all these little, you know, these fuzzy caterpillars. She ate one of those and spit it out. She’s like ‘euugh, euugh, euugh, I’m not eating tomatoes any more. Once I almost ate corn and there was one of those things in it. It just crawled out. I put it on my plate and didn’t eat it. It was a browny color.