Sometimes, I think I’m a guy in a girl’s body. That being said, let me clarify why I say this. I don’t care what I wear; I throw on the first thing I see in the mornings and I’m good to go. I find video games intriguing and fun to play. Finally, I’ll eat anything, literally, as long as I know, it’s cooked in a clean environment.

I’m a big fan of trying new foods no matter what origin they are. So, I walked confidently into an Oriental buffet last month, with the mind set to try something exotic and new. The place smelled amazing! I could smell the chicken, fish and a lot of other food just begging to be tried. I filled my plate with the typical, Lo mien, fried rice and then I put something on it I never thought I would, fried frog legs.

I sat down and looked uneasily at the frog legs. I thought about the slimy creatures frogs are. I thought about the ribiiit ribiiit of their throats, and their scaly skin. I then imagined that in my mouth. The mere thought made me nauseous. I ate everything on my plate but the tiny legs. Finally, it was time for me to face my big opponent.

I couldn’t bring the frog legs up to my mouth. Every time I tried, I imagined them bouncing in my mouth. I took a big breath and put the boney limb in my mouth. The taste was revolting. It tasted like water and salt and road kill. I immediately spit it out in my napkin and drank water.

I couldn’t eat anything else that day. My mouth was too mistreated. I still have the same love for new foods that I walked in with that day, but I know, for a fact, that never again am I eating frog legs.