Most disgusting thing I ever found in something I was eating was a huge broken-off fingernail in some veggies at a resaurant.
As for pantry moths…I have a problem with them in my house no matter how thoroughly I clean the pantry and cupboards in the kitchen. I think they come in with the seed mixtures I buy for my parrot. So I keep human food in airtight plastic containers, and it has reduced the incidence of finding webs and worms. I still inspect packages carefully before cooking, though. Anything that gets contaminated goes out to the chickens.
Except rice. Most of the time if the rice is buggy, I just rinse out the bugs and cook the stuff anyway. Weevils etc. don’t freak me out that much.
Tip for those of you who think you’re getting eggs etc. in the stuff right from the store: When you bring the items home, store them for a week in the freezer. That will kill off any insects living in the mix. If you get them anyway, the source is somewhere.
Two words for you: Soviet supermarket. While studying in Leningrad in 1989, I went on a grocery run and picked up a liter bottle of mineral water (the tap water was unsafe to drink unless boiled, because of giardia).
It had a whole, dead rat in it. I almost dropped the bottle. Then I just stood there, frozen, wondering how the hell a whole, dead rat ended up inside a liter bottle, since the mouth was obviously far too small for it to crawl into. Not knowing what else to do, I put the bottle back, finished my grocery shopping (hey, a girl’s gotta eat, and there weren’t exactly a lot of alternative food sources that were any more hygienic), and went back to the dorm.
My boyfriend chewed me out when I told him what had happened; he thought I should have taken the bottle to the producers of “600 Seconds,” a local news/expose type show, sort of like “20/20” on speed.
I’m beginning to see the attraction to living solely on oxygen. What was that cult was it ‘Breatharianism’? alternatively aren’t there some gurus in India who claim to subsist on sunlight? I may have to sign up
I have major cereal issues ever since the day I was eating Raisin Bran and suddenly realized … wait a minute … those aren’t raisins! gag, spit, gag
I haven’t been able to eat cereal out of a box for years because of that. I now buy the generic kind that comes in re-sealable bags.
The most revolting - thing - I ever found was in a box of Uncle Ben’s Perverted Rice.
It wasn’t revolting at first, but merely mysterious.
It was difficult to describe. It was black, wrinkled, hard as a rock, egg-shaped and about 3" long. It had no visible features at all. Indeed, it was impossible to tell whether it was animal, vegitable or mineral in origin … theories among onlookers ranged from some sort of wood, to a piece of some type of hard soil. It became something of a conversation piece (as in, “guess what this is and where it was found”).
Eventually, my physicist brother was called in to solve the mystery (by this time, the “rule” was that you couldn’t cut it open). He put it under an x-ray machine. Parts of a skeleton were seen inside … it turned out that the thing was a partly rotted and then mummified mouse (it had no hair, limbs or other visible features).
Yeah, that one. I was barely awake when I began reading this thread, but the early gag-reflex certainly opened my eyes…and throat passageway!
I steadfastly refuse to click on the link further up in this thread, because dry heaves just never do me any good. (Yes, I know I was dumb enough to open this thread…twice…)
I guess a spider had crawled into a coffee cup at my grandmother’s house. It either died there, or was killed when the scalding hot coffee was poured on it. Either way, it eventually made its way into my mouth. When it got there, I knew there was something unusual happening, because solids were rarely found in my grandmother’s coffe. So, after holding it gingerly in my teeth and swallowing the coffee, I discreetly (there were about 7 guests at the table) spit it into my hand and beheld the spider. Now, I don’t like spiders, but they don’t give me the willies, either, and while I was not at all pleased to find this stowaway in my coffee, and I found that my appetite had suddenly deserted me completely, I calmy excused myself to the restroom and flushed the dead brown hairy thing away to its eternal reward.
My ex wife discovered an entire cockroach in a steak. Yes, in the steak itself; it wasn’t visible until she had cut (and eaten) several bites. We never did get it figured out, but the restraunt comped everything for the entire table. It was an upscale place, and there were four of us, so we saved quite a bit of money.
We went to a local “Italian” place with the All-you-can-eat Breadsticks and Salad, and on my wife’s secon helping of salad, she pulled a latex glove out of the bowl with the tongs. All six of us had already eaten some of it.
We did get our whole meal free though, plus desserts to take home. And, at least they were using gloves to make the salad.
Ugh, I simply can’t read too many posts in this topic because I think I’ll puke. But I must share what happened to my mom. She picked up a package of crunchy Reese’s cups at the local L’il Peach and when she opened the package up, maggots were living in both cups. Thank goodness she looked before she bit!
A few years ago, we had a particularly nasty stretch of cold and snowy weather that drove a lot of field mice into the house. The traps I set in the pantry were really active for about a week, but eventually it seemed like I had gotten all of them.
About a week later, I heard a scream and a crash coming from the kitchen. Mrs. Uvula had reached into a 50-pound bag of dog kibble to feed the pooch, and had come up with a scoop of mice! :eek: Though she’s not really scared of mice, the sudden surprise startled her and she dropped the scoop, which hit the floor with a bang, causing it’s occupants to scurry for cover all over the place.
I brought the bag outside and tipped it and about thirty field mice of various ages came darting out. When I dumped the bag there were piles of mouse shit and dozens of tiny corpses and skeletons. Apparently, some mice had chewed a hole in the bottom of the bag and gotten trapped inside when the shifting kibble had closed up the hole. Generations of mice must have had babies, grown old, and died in that bag until we had finally used enough to get to the residence level.
About 13 years ago, I found a dead fly at the bottom of my salad. That was pretty gross, as I had already eaten almost all of the salad. I didn’t think to ask the restaurant to take the salad off the bill. I was just glad I hadn’t actually eaten the fly.
More recently, I found a bunch of little fruit fly-like bugs in the ice of a bourbon rocks I’d ordered. I asked for another drink, and that had little bugs in it, too. They brought me a third drink, and just to be safe, I ordered wine so I wouldn’t have to deal with either the bourbon or the ice, one of which must have contained the insects.
Neither was a pleasant experince, but after reading this thread, I realize that I got off pretty easy! :eek:
