I ate some creamy peanut butter one time and somehow managed to s--- out a whole peanut.

A couple of kilograms of sand. As a toddler, every time we went to the beach I'd just sit there, eating it by the handful...

My mother in laws dog ate her hearing aid and passed it back. She was not a happy camper. Says she hears strange noises now. :lol:

Good thing her sense of smell isn't too keen either.:D

Curt

So there I was, stuck in rush hour traffic on I-25. Going 10 MPH was starting to become exhausting and I needed a little pick me up. I reached for my Energy pills, dumped 2 into my palm, threw them in my mouth and took a swig of water. I swallowed something that was not a pill!!! It didn’t take me long to figure out exactly what I did.

The little plastic silica packet that clearly reads, “DO NOT EAT”, was now resting in my throat. I tried as best as I could do to make myself barf. This must have been an amusing sight to the other highway travelers. I’m not so book smart you see, so I instantly figured that the contents of the packet were toxic and I was going to die a fool during my accidental suicide. I internally yelled at myself. “Out of all of the things that I do in my life, I’m gonna meet my demise like this? NOOOOO! I can’t f---ing believe this!!! “

I was in a panic. First I called the Weider Corporation to see if the energy pills that I took had a silica packet in the bottle. The answer was yes. Then I called my friend Jeff in AZ who is not only one of my favorite climbing pals, but he’s an EMT. I asked him what I should do. He told me to call poison control. I called poison control and the woman who assisted me had a nice little laugh describing what might happen to me.

“Not too worry she said. The silica is encased in a plastic container. The container will not break down in your system so you’re going to have to pass it. The silica is not toxic and you’re not going to die”. I was very relieved but a little embarrassed at the same time.

Today is a very special day, the first day in my life of its kind. On this day, I gave birth to a bouncing baby silica packet and all of its contents still intact. Gross.

When my dog was a puppy, a lot of his "friends" were also puppies. In their pooh area you would see multi-colored poop. Everything from string, pieces of tennis balls, carpet, pop can tabs, pieces of squeaky toys, parts of their owners sandals, full chunks of rawhide, cat fur, sticks, rocks, blue stuffing, etc. It really was quite colorful. Like confetti. These days it doesn't quite look like that--thank goodness.

And yes--it is quite embarassing when your dog needs an "assist" to pass something. Even worse when he drags his bum along the carpet to "assist" himself. Dogs--gotta love them!