When I got home from work tonight I was delighted to find a package waiting for me on top of our mailboxes downstairs. I began ripping into it as I took the stairs two at a time, and by the time I burst into the apartment I was trailing bits of packing material behind me in the hall. Nick turned around from the computer and eyed me suspiciously as I tossed aside the contents of my box onto our desk and inspected the small, squishy, biodegradable packing peanuts.Image from here
"Umm... what are you doing?"
"What do you mean what am I doing? These things are made of corn. I'm pretty sure these are the ones you can eat!"
"It's packing material Amanda. You can't eat that stuff. It's filthy."
"Yeah. Sure. Whatever..." I muttered while picking out the biggest one I could find and shoving it into my mouth. I slowly chewed and a grin spread across my face. "These things are really good!"
"Jesus," he shrieked. "Jesus! Spit that out now! You're going to poison yourself!"
I reluctantly spit it out then snuck a few to the cats before depositing them into the trash.
This reminds me of the time we were hiking in the woods and he freaked out when he caught me shoving handfuls of these little red berries into my mouth. Spit those out now! You're going to poison yourself! I told him they were huckleberries. Apparently huckleberries are blue?
He was convinced I was going to die painfully and slow. The hypochondriac in me started to believe it.
Pffft!Red Huckleberry photo from Wikipedia.
What was that? There is no such thing as a Red Huckleberry?
P.S. biodegradable packing material tastes like rice cakes- but with a little more kick.