Yeah. Finding a decapitated caterpillar in a frozen bag of broccoli = fun times. I’m actually surprised it took me so long to find something…for some reason it seems like poor little dudes getting accidentally chopped up thrown into broccoli bags just because they wanted some broccoli would be a more common occurrence. I wonder how chopped up broccoli is inspected and/or classified, anyway? (Edit: dude…)

Anyway. Just thought it was interesting.

SPEAKING OF INSPECTIONS…

Ever read Upton Sinclair’s The Jungle? Good lord, that is the most depressing book ever. I’m only about 2/3 of the way through it and after every chapter so far I’ve felt like I needed Prozac. Sinclair does a beautiful job of depicting utter despair (and deplorable working conditions). This poor Lithuanian family who went to the US to find work/fortune just keeps getting screwed over at every turn. The last chapter I read ended with the main character’s son dying and I pretty much had to stop reading for the night. Maybe it’s just me, but holy crap.

Today’s song: Bruises by Chairlift