Wednesday, June 10, 2009

If You Were Wondering What I Decided. . .

I couldn't do it.

I couldn't eat the blueberries.

I even thought about putting them in a baked good, using the philosophy that the germs would get cooked out, but it wasn't really the germs, per say, that freaked me out.

The thing that really was the kicker is that the garage is in the basement, and there are sometimes roaches in the garage at night. Which means roach footprints on the garage floor.

And as I've said on here dozens of times, I can't handle roaches. Who cares about the car greases and dirty footprints. It's the roaches and the roaches only that I can't handle.

The thing that finally sealed the deal was that when I left the house today, there were a few still on the garage floor - half eaten, by some horrible creature I'm sure.

If I had spilled them anywhere else, I would have certainly washed and eaten them, but not in the garage.

So, I sent them with my Dad to feed to the chickens.

Unless, of course, my parents are more liberal about such things than I. Then they can eat them.


Kitty Engle said...

I do hope the chickens get them since you know there is something down there that was eating the ones you missed. I change my mind about washing and eating. LYB

Mama Hen said...

I would not have been able to eat them. And for the same reasons. I could wash off any dirt and be fine with it, but the bug thought, gross. And I know the chickens loved them!

Beth said...

After picking a bag full of fresh blueberries the other day and dealing with all the dirt, spider webs, grit and bugs, I may have been able to convince myself to rinse 'em and eat 'em! ;)

Jennifer said...

I totally agree with you. Anything edible that gets dropped on our garage floor goes straight to the garbage, too, and for the same reason. Nothing is as nasty as a roach. Nothing.