I eat everything, including lots of things I shouldn't. I gleefully eat things that are colored a toxic shade of blue or orange, stuff I find at the bottom of my purse, and once on a bet when I was working retail I ate a security tag to see if it would go off when I went through the door. It didn't. (Protip: want to boost that knife set?

Open wide.) Once I even ate half of a fortune cookie that I dropped onto the grubbiest, sketchiest street here in Seattle. It's like the pavement-equivalent of the Victorian-era Thames River, and like Ye Olde Thames, is also probably one step away from being on fire. I blame pregnancy on the cookie incident, but I probably would have done it on a non-pregnant day as well.