I was in a discussion with my co-workers the other day about restaurant food and the extra ingredients we sometimes find in them—the proverbial fly in the soup type of conversation.

The thing is, we never really think it will happen to us, and it never even occurs to us to look closely at our food before we bite into it. We hear the horror stories and are thoroughly disgusted, but until we have personally experienced it, finding a fly in our soup is kind of a comic strip joke.

So we talked about our own experiences.

The circulation manager once found a bug in the lettuce of his salad—pretty common, actually, if lettuce isn’t washed well.

For me, the worst experience I’ve had was finding a used Band-Aid in my take-out soup/stew—thank God, I never even tasted it! My mother took ithe entire order back and complained until she got a full refund, and we never went there back again.

But I think the worst experience ever belongs to our creative director. She had ordered some kind of creamed spinach dinner from Boston Market and bit into something strangely crunchy. It took her a moment before she realized it wasn’t supposed to be crunchy, and it took her another moment before she realized that it tasted kind of funny—not only a little off, but also somewhat bad.

When she stopped chewing altogether and inspected the parts in her mouth and the parts yet uneaten, she discovered that she’d bitten into a cockroach.

Mm-mm-MM! Yummy.

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