Eating A Snail

I ate a snail last night. The friend I was having dinner with ordered a plate of escargots. Actually it is nice, but I simply cannot get the image of the slimy snail crawling around with its two eyes in the air, thus I had to psyche myself to eat it. And my friend was not helping matters, by telling me how he was playing with a cute puppy, went into a house for dinner, and came out to find the puppy gone because it was the main dish at the dinner. As well as the time he was slurping on something juicy, only to see under the table that he was eating monkey's brain instead.

I know he was trying to tell me there were worse things, but did he really expect me to be able to stomach any food after hearing that? Still, I was in the middle of chomping a piece of garlic bread when I told myself to just eat it, like how I ate the rabbit stew last year, so I popped the escargot into my mouth and quickly chewed and swallowed it without thinking. Well, it was not a bad feat, but after this, I do not think I can ever stomach escargot for a long time again!

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