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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.