Let me tell you about the time my husband ate a BBQ’d street rat in Thailand.
He took one bite, got the chills, and dropped the rat on the dirt, ran and spit.
The women cooking the rats weren’t amused but the rest of us in the tour group shrieked with disgust!
Even more alarming, Michael handed the rat back and the women threw it back on the grill.
For the next hour, Michael kept picking his teeth, hoping the rat residue was gone.
I don’t think I kissed him for a day after that!
Next time, Thailand McD’s please!!!