
As in, that's just some of what my customer had me eat with my hands. Not only that, but I had to eat alligator and try food and drinks from which they had eaten and drank.
My friends and family will tell you that I just don't do that. Let alone with strangers.
I will admit that the food was good, but what wacky business trips did I have in Louisiana. There were even two alligators in the bayou near where we worked!
But the thing that troubled me the most was that most of the dishes I was having to eat contained some of the animals I enjoyed at America Sings or Splash Mountain in Critter Country.

I had to set aside the fact that I used to watch these critters sing, and now I was eating them. And I saw just about any kind of road kill you can imagine. Gators, deer, armadillos, raccoons, birds, skunk, and the biggest buzzards I'd seen in a long time cleaning up the mess. But sometimes I'd see people stopping to "collect" road kill. That's the polite way of saying they were picking up supper.
Sorry, y'all!
