FEELING A BIT . . .
SLUGGISH?
Over the weekend, one of the soccer moms on the sidelines was telling me an interesting anecdote from her childhood. It seems her parents were close friends with a couple who were Christian missionaries down in the Amazon River area of South America. They would visit every other year or so, traveling by canoe into the jungle, to spend a few days with their friends.
They told amazing stories, such as the fact that the Americans ate whatever the natives ate, to fit in, and that included SLUGS.
Gulp. (Not literally.)
I was telling our daughter Eden about that, and she beamed. "Of course, the natives were only KIDDING," she razzed me. "They would only PRETEND to eat the slugs. Then they'd wait 'til the missionaries ate them, and then go, 'Ewwwwww!!!!! How could you EAT those?!?!'"
She could be right . . . and the worst part is that a true Christian missionary couldn't even SLUG a native for a trick like that.
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