I ate an ant when I was a kid.
Yeah, that’s right. Other kids eat vegetables, fruit, asphalt sometimes, but I ate an ant.
I remember as if it was yesterday. We had this (still have though) big backyard, about half an acre (20 ares). Except for the part where the house, pond and swimming pool are, the rest of it is pretty much green surface only.
So little Bo was playing outside, doing who knows what, and came across an ant somehow. Tiny, yellowish bastard was crawling over my fingertip. A light bulb just turned on above this great mind “Hey, what happens if you eat an ant?”
Pay attention. It wasn’t “What happens if you pull one leg off an ant?”, or “What happens if you chop its head off?”. It was the eating part. Blah.
Of course, my foolish brain decided to absolutely satisfy my desire and the ant was devoured. Didn’t pay much attention to chewing.
There were no consequences, but it’s just weird. And I just remembered it.
