Meanwhile, for posterity’s sake, here’s a slightly redacted version of my cousin’s texts:
Cousin (5:02 p.m.): Dude I just had the hottest fucking burger. Heard of rooster pepper? At least that’s what he claims…it hurt so bad. It was hiccups and sweating profusely my shirt was getting wet. [He] said he made the burger insane spicy because the last two times I complained not spicy enough. Had 3 dried rooster peppers…fuck man…crazy pain. I can’t feel my lips. I ate it ten minutes ago.
Cousin (5:09 p.m.): I dunno man looked up rooster peppers they didn’t look like that. They look like shriveled up dried cranberries. Mother fucking painful.
Me: I grew some rooster spur peppers a couple years ago, and they were like Tabasco or cayennes. Don’t know any other rooster pepper, though.
Cousin: There’s no way they were rooster. My stomach is on fire. I feel kinda ill haha
Me: Wonder what they are. So small round hot peppers, huh?
Cousin: They were fat…size of quarter. Dark red almost brown.
Me: Oh, huh. Maybe he got rooster and scorpion mixed up 
Cousin: I’m gonna Google that. I’d hate to think I just ate 3 whole scorpions.
Me: I doubt they’re scorpions–they’re the right size, but have a funky shape to them. Who knows. Did they have that habanero-y flavor to them?
Cousin: It was fruity for a split second then fucking DEATH.
Me: Sounds like something in that vein, then.
Cousin: Dude. Confirmed. I just called him. He meant scorpion. Mother fuck! Fuck my stomach arghghghhhr
Cousin (6:38 p.m.) Fucking christ. Feels like someone punched me in the gut. I’m on my knees in my room. Kinda dizzy. Mouth watering.
Cousin (2:43 a.m.): Still suffering lol. Woke up with a hot coal feeling in my belly.
Cousin (9:15 a.m.): Only made it two hours at work. Stomach and ab spasms. Home now, organic whole milk, rice pudding, yogurt and ice cream. Chills and sometimes pre vomit mouth waters profusely.
So, take that as a lesson kids!