This 2004 short story by Vincent Eaton tells of his experience with a tapeworm. This is not for hypochondriacs or those disturbed by bathroom scenes. Guaranteed to make you cook your meat just a little longer.
The story concludes with an invitation to share your stories of parasites. There are dozens of pages of contributions. Link -via reddit
(image credit: Chris Bishop)
I headed directly to the pharmacist, purchased the pill, took it home, created an altar, placed it there and worshipped it for forty-five minutes as the answer to all my dreams and prayers. "Oh mighty pill, death to the demon residing within..."
Next morning I popped out of bed, got myself a glass of water, removed the pill from its altar cushion, placed it on my tongue, closed my eyes, and swallowed, declaring, "Take that, monster of the deep! You neverending strand of unspooling spaghetti!" I smacked my lips and thought that was that.
It wasn't.
The story concludes with an invitation to share your stories of parasites. There are dozens of pages of contributions. Link -via reddit
(image credit: Chris Bishop)
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I had a rare steak just this morning. It was delicious. No regrets.
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No more medium rare for me. It's medium or medium well done from now on. I'm scared now.
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"filet americain"! I know someone else who fell for that deceptive menu item, while in Belgium!
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Delightful!
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Auugh, that was gross but hilarious XD
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