One afternoon in middle school I came home and found my Dad cooking up a meal in the kitchen, as well as some meat on a cutting board sitting on the counter. And I was hungry. So I walked over and snagged a few pieces. It was delicious.
And also uncooked.
Not supposed to be eaten.
And as I had/have a bit of an excessive imagination and have been strangely skinny the entirety of my life, I developed a certain fear that I had a tape-worm.
I didn’t think about it all the time. But as I got older I kept expecting to fill out a bit in the weight department, and when that never happened I figured there must be some sort of reason.
So on occasion I’d make sure to look at my poops before I flushed them and see if I saw any tape-worm segments.
And I never did.
And I’ve never had a tapeworm.
But that shits scary, yo.
A super long worm, wrapped around your insides, consuming your food?