I ate a bug once. It was flying around me. I was trying to get it away. It went right in my mouth. It was so gross!
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
When I was ten years old, I saw a big, fat beetle get squished. I don't recall the circumstances, but that's not important. It's the result that stuck with me. The beetle's thick, viscous insides so closely resembled a crushed blueberry that, to this day, I can't eat raw blueberries without feeling nauseous.
My mother accidentally gave me food poisoning. She fed me baby carrots for a snack before Christmas dinner - but they had expired in June! I threw up for the next 24 hours.
I'm not looking to freak people out - eating rodents or bugs. I don't do that anymore.
So what I did was stuff my face with anything around, any old rubbish, burgers, chocolate, crisps, fish and chips, loads of it, till I felt sick - but at least I'd had the pleasure of stuffing my face and feeling really full.
Animals were my pets, and the thought of eating my pets freaked me out.
I was bitten by an octopus.
When I was 5, I did a commercial for Whirlpool sitting on a tree stump eating a popsicle that dripped all over my clothes.
I was once, I think, bitten on the nose by a lion cub.
I'll eat anything. I ate antelope once in Swaziland. I didn't know what it was until I'd started chewing it. Everything tastes like chicken though doesn't it? It wasn't bad.
I ate ants. They weren't that bad.