Well, when I was about five years old, I would sometimes take Nestlé Quik powder and put it in a little cup and keep it hidden upstairs in my house, in my granny’s room, where I would sleep sometimes. And my granny had dementia and Alzheimer’s, and she didn’t know what was going on. She didn’t know I even snuck that little cup in her bedroom if she didn’t keep her bedroom too clean. And this was the 80s, when I swear there was more mice, more ants, more bugs, more everything.
And I used to stick my little finger in that little cup of Nesquik, and stick it in my tongue. And you know, sometimes hold the cup up and shake some into my mouth. And I don’t know how long I had it there. Again, I was five years old. I don’t know how long I had it there. I don’t know how long it had been sitting there.
All I know is that one day, one day I went up there to Granny’s room, and I tipped that cup up, and started drinking the little powder out of it. And then when I opened my eyes, as it was tipping into my mouth, all I could see were ants in the bottom of the cup, crawling all around. In the Quik powder! In the Nesquik powder! Eugh! I can barely think of it right now. But yeah, literally that was one of the grossest creepiest, crawliest things that has ever happened to me in my life. And I spit out what was in my mouth, and there were ants in my mouth. And that was just absolutely ew. My skin just crawls now to think of it. So that’s my story and I wish I didn’t have to stick to it.