Dead spiders.
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Let me explain.
When I was little [around 4-5] My family and I we're stationed on Fort Sill military base in Oklahoma and I was bored one day on a Saturday afternoon and found a large, dead Wolf spider on the window sill. As I was a curious young lad, I poked it with a pencil and when I saw that it didn't move, I slid the pencil through it's curled up legs and lifted it up - studying it...and then something in my head told me that I should smell it - just to see what it smelled like and so I did...
I recoiled in horror from the bitter, pungent, noxious aroma and put it back on the window sill - in utter shock and awe of how horrible it smelled.
An unearthly, highly unpleasant stench it was.
A week or so later, my parents had an officer's wives function at the house and had a Mexican theme with a taco bar and I remember grabbing some of the black olives and then smelling my fingers and as I was horrified at the fact that they smelled identical to the dead spider! I then grabbed a fork and punctured one of the actual black olives to smell it first-hand, instead of just from my fingers and sure enough, the exact same pungent, bitter, dead spider smell.
I love green olives - both as a snack, or in my martini's...but I will not, not for any reason - eat a black olive. You may like them. In a tree? I would not, could not in a tree. Not in a car! You let me be. I do not like them in a box. I do not like them with a fox, not on a pizza, not on a taco, not on nachos - not on anything.
I will not eat a black olive, Sam-I-Am.
...
Let me explain.
When I was little [around 4-5] My family and I we're stationed on Fort Sill military base in Oklahoma and I was bored one day on a Saturday afternoon and found a large, dead Wolf spider on the window sill. As I was a curious young lad, I poked it with a pencil and when I saw that it didn't move, I slid the pencil through it's curled up legs and lifted it up - studying it...and then something in my head told me that I should smell it - just to see what it smelled like and so I did...
I recoiled in horror from the bitter, pungent, noxious aroma and put it back on the window sill - in utter shock and awe of how horrible it smelled.
An unearthly, highly unpleasant stench it was.
A week or so later, my parents had an officer's wives function at the house and had a Mexican theme with a taco bar and I remember grabbing some of the black olives and then smelling my fingers and as I was horrified at the fact that they smelled identical to the dead spider! I then grabbed a fork and punctured one of the actual black olives to smell it first-hand, instead of just from my fingers and sure enough, the exact same pungent, bitter, dead spider smell.
I love green olives - both as a snack, or in my martini's...but I will not, not for any reason - eat a black olive. You may like them. In a tree? I would not, could not in a tree. Not in a car! You let me be. I do not like them in a box. I do not like them with a fox, not on a pizza, not on a taco, not on nachos - not on anything.
I will not eat a black olive, Sam-I-Am.
