Well, JD says my comments are blog posts disguised as comments, so I decided maybe I ought to try to make a blog post out of them.

But, since you’ve already (maybe) read them, I have to mix things up a bit. Literally.

The last time I had a shot, I think it was like two weeks, maybe one, before the injection site stopped hurting. So, you know, I don’t believe them when they say it won’t hurt. Oh, it’ll hurt. It’ll hurt going in. It’ll hurt coming out. It’ll hurt for the next several days.

You could always freeze them. Maybe rent a freeze-drier, and freeze-dry those puppies, er, pupaes. Then, coat them in chocolate. Maybe dark chocolate? What sort of chocolate do you think goes with pupae? Maybe chocolate mixed with a dash of cayenne pepper. There we go. Freeze-dry the pupae, dash some cayenne pepper on them, cover them with chocolate and chow down!

Never trust anyone who says “This won’t hurt a bit.”

If you don’t want the expense of renting a freeze-dryer, maybe you could just cook them up. Maybe dry roast them. Then sprinkle on the cayenne pepper, cover in chocolate and enjoy.

I remember one particular needle, long ago, that was about six inches long. I swear. It was going in my foot. I asked how much of it was going into my foot. The doctor said the whole thing. I swear it should have come out the other side.

I wonder if there’s a box of mixed chocolates that has nothing but chocolate covered insects? There’d be a surprise in every box, I bet! No one will be complaining about getting coconut or that one kind of fudge that no one likes but there’s always two of except you think there’s only one, so when someone else got it, you thought you were safe until you wound up with one stuck in your teeth too, and you worried you might just pull out a tooth chewing on that thing, but you didn’t have any other choice but to chew it, so you just had to kind of hope for the best and maybe take a drink of something to water it down, but make sure it was a dark drink, otherwise you want to be extra careful not to get any backwash, because that would be disgusting to see chocolate fudge colored saliva floating around in your 7-Up, so then you finally chewed it all up and went for another candy to get that taste out of your mouth.

But, at least it kept me out of gym class for a while. Could have been a while longer if I had been willing to let the doctor write the note for longer than it needed to be, but, no, I decided to be honest. Why? I ask, why? It’s not like gym class is doing me any particular good right now. I don’t even remember that gym class, so what life lessons did I learn there? Instead, I could have had some extra time not participating in things I didn’t particularly care to participate in and don’t even remember these many years later. I could have spent more time doing whatever it was I was doing during that period where I couldn’t participate because of the doctor’s note. But, I don’t remember that either. So, what was the point of gym class? I don’t know. I think it was so that some politicians could pat themselves on the back, thinking they’re doing something good for us. So much for that. Crooked politicians.

And then you wound up with the coconut.

It’d be like that, except you’d end up with grasshopper stuck in your teeth and instead of coconut, you’d get the pupa.

You can read the original comments here and here.

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