Sorry, but I haven't yet shared the information about myself that would typically display here. Check back later to see if that changes, or if I instead choose to remain an enigma.
This evening, on the very last bite of my stuffed chicken breast, I spotted something on my plate.
A black spider was drowning in a pool of plum sauce and broccoli water. So I spit my fucking food out on top of it and then crushed it into the mix with my fork.
I hate bugs. The bastards.