So some more cockroach stories. We were making hot chocolate to all drink on sunday night with the 8 sisters and i was tasting it to see if it was hot enought yet. when i noticed a chocolate chunk that hadn´t dissolved i pulled it out and upon closer examination i noticed it to be a relatively large cockroach. Yuck! haha i didnt tell anyone and we all drank it anyway. Today at lunch we went to a restaurant and on my burger there was a bug. I killed it and kept eating. Im kind of excited to not have that be a normal experience.
** After Carmen sent me this tidbit in a personal note, I had added it to the email I forwarded that week. My sister Sandra (who served in Ecuador) responded with this:
Did I already tell you that in my mission it was a joke that you could tell how long a missionary had been out by how they ate:
If a greenie found a bug in their food, they just stop eating.
Halfway through the mission if you find a bug, you just push it aside and keep eating.
When you're ready to go home, you just eat the bug.
Fairly accurate, too : D
If a greenie found a bug in their food, they just stop eating.
Halfway through the mission if you find a bug, you just push it aside and keep eating.
When you're ready to go home, you just eat the bug.
Fairly accurate, too : D
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